Bruised Knuckles
@lioxmp
He had made her mad once again. Lio had a knack for throwing her into a rage, even if not on purpose. The ball of rage had attacked him in a flutter of punches, using whatever brute strength she could to send him onto his knees. And while it may not have been known to Cassandra that he had held back his strength to protect her, she believed herself the winner of another fight.
So as the male found himself covered in scratches from her sharpened nails, the demigoddess felt an ounce of pity for him. “Idiot. Come here.” She commands as affectionately as she was with him. A firm hand reaches down to grasp him by his chin, and popping the lid off of one of Claire’s best healing potions, she forces the liquid past his lips.
An amused smirk rested on the demigoddess’s lips as she watches him. “Be a good boy, Lio. I’m sure you are great at swallowing.”
