She really didn’t want his help. She really didn’t. But as soon as she saw the look on his eyes she felt her face flushed even more and her legs wobble at the knees.
She clutched to the railings not so much as to steady herself than to push her body down the stairs and farther away from him.
“But . . . you don’t look ‘fine,’” Kise said unsurely in response to her grumbled ‘fine’ a moment ago. He didn’t move from his place at the bottom of the stairs even as she got closer to the landing.
“Please step aside,” she said almost in a whisper, the proximity suddenly making her a bit dizzy.
He creased his brows and looked at her vacant eyes. After a moment of hesitation, he finally sighed.
“Fine,” he said as he moved to her side and gently held her elbow. “If you don’t want to get on my back, at least let me hold your arm.”
