#mosquito bite

I swear this has never happened before.

Mosquito biting a Enyalius lizard

Ooh that's an interesting follow-up scenario, thank you for sending it in!<3

Albeit having made a firm commitment in their mind to subject you to the cold-shoulder indefinitely, the revelation of the truth would make even VALENS stop in their tracks for a moment to comprehend what they'd just overheard. They'd resume the rest of their night and sleep on it, with a sense of foolishness stirring in their gut for having even slightly deluded themselves into agonizing over such a trivial concern— the next day they'll just reinstitute their usual self, never making it known that they'd heard anything at all or even thought about it.

Your exclamation is all too familiar to the little and cunning maneuvers CALDER is guilty of exercising. He thinks you only want to throw his suspicions off of what else he believes the truth may be. Hereupon, instead of giving a proper reaction, he simply stands and allows his gaze to rove your body before it settling upon your neck. Once again, not a single word is said, for the intensity of his stare is clear enough. He wants to wait for you to elaborate further whilst being cautious not to fall into the supposed trap you laid out of him.

Fists clenched and mouth parched out of sheer nervousness, SIBYL would've been just about to make themselves known in the room before their jaw going slack upon hearing your exclamation. Scrambling to compose themselves again, they'd rush over to you by the mirror and stutter on about how they have a salve that could help it heal over faster and stop the itchiness, offering to apply it for you and spending the rest of the night fretting over it; though deep down, they'd feel ashamed and disappointed in themselves for days afterwards for having assumed the worst of you.

Looming over your shoulder as you inspect the mark in your reflection, ERIS would watch you through their narrowed eyes, only to firmly seize you by the wrist before you could even finish your sentence— keeping your hand off the mark, as though it would taint your fingers. Dissatisfaction clearly etched into their face, with their lips drawn in a fine, straight line and their brows grimly furrowed. "Cover it up. Now." They'd hiss through clenched teeth, unwanting to ever look upon the spot again whilst it's healing, sheerly out of distaste for what it makes them imagine.