REYES' MANSION

Christine's eyes never left Reyes' face as he tended to her wounds. She could see the concern etched on his features, but his silence was deafening.

"Are you mad at me?" Christine asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Reyes didn't respond. He just continued to clean and dress her wounds. Christine winced as the medicated spirit touched her hand.

"Ouch, that stings," Christine gasped.

Reyes still didn't say a word. Christine looked up at him, expecting some kind of response, but he just kept working.

"I said it stings," Christine shouted, frustration etched on her face.

Reyes finally looked up at her, his eyes narrowing. "Why are...