Chapter 3
"Where did you get this? Who did this to you?

After Varian (and Cassandra) got some rest, the next day was upon them. Cassandra woke up earlier than Varian, because she had royal guard duties to attend to, after all she is the Captain of the Royal Guard. "How is he, Ma'am?" One of the nurses asked Cassandra when she was coming out of the tent. "He's doing fine. He had a small fever last night, but it's gone today. I've tended to most of his wounds, except for his back wounds, because he refused to move." Cass explained.

"That's good... I really do wish he'd calm down so we could check on him though." One of the other nurses sighed. "He's been attacked by someone at some point, but I'm not sure who. So he probably doesn't trust people. He was a bit terrified of me upon meeting too, but I took time with him and allowed him to get comfortable before I tried picking him up." Cassandra mumbled.

Varian slowly opened his eyes and looked around the area. He was still in the tent. Except Cassandra had left, so he got scared again. He hid underneath his blanket and whimpered.

He noticed that the blanket was soaked from sweat; he must have had a fever last night...

His mind was a bit foggy from it, but he did remember Cassandra helping him. Varian had zero recollection of what she said though. The bandages were kind of itchy, Varian wanted them off.

Cassandra walked back into the tent, "Good morning kid." She spoke to Varian.

"Hey." Varian rubbed his eyes and then looked at her.
Varian's mouth opened, jaw dropping. He had never realized how...beautiful she looked.

I guess I was really mindless yesterday...
Varian thought. "I know not your name, because you didn't tell me... But, may I just say-"

Varian looked at her with a smirk, slanted eyes. "Hi~"

"Yeah, hey." Cassandra shortly said, "You okay? Still hurt? Fever gone? What's up, kid?"

Varian snapped out of it. "Uh, yeah, yeah. Fever's gone, bandages are itchy and my wounds hurt, of course, because that's what they do, hurt-" He rambled awkwardly.

"I'll fix your bandages for you, I wanted to check on some other wounds." Cassandra grabbed a roll of bandages. Varian got off the floor and sat in front of Cassandra, waiting for her to put bandages on the wounds. As Cassandra began to rewrap the previous bandages, she prepared herself to check the other wounds he might have.

She grabbed the rag and the alcohol again, poured the alcohol on the rag and then held it in her hand firmly. "Can you turn around please? I need to check for other wounds, I'll need to tend to them since I don't want them getting infected." Cassandra asked and explained.

Varian was hesitant, but he turned his back to her and Cassandra's heart skipped a beat. There was a painful-looking mark that looked like it had been cut or burned into his skin that had a oval-like shape with two petal-like blobs, three circles left out, something similar to the shape of an arrowhead, a loop that connected from the bottom of the oval-like shape and two sharp, thorns, sticking out of the bottom-left-and-right sides of the oval. Two areas inbetween the lines of the loop being unscathed thinly. She had seen it before, but where? She couldn't pinpoint it...

"Where did you get this? Who did this to you?" Cassandra stood up, walked back in front of Varian and knelt down, looking into his eyes with a serious facial expression of concern.

Varian didn't speak, he only hesitantly looked at Cassandra with a nervous, glassy-eyed look, staring. "Where did you get this and who did this to you?" Cassandra put her hands gently on his shoulders and looked into his eyes even more, not even batting an eye, she was so serious.

"...The...Separatists..." Varian's voice was quiet, way too quiet.
"Who?" Cassandra asked. "The...The Separatists..." Varian repeated, a bit louder, but not by much. Cassandra bit her lip and wanted to strangle whoever would do such a thing to the boy, but she had no knowledge of who the Separatists were, or where they would even be, especially after this war. "This...is going to sting, like, really bad... I'm sorry in advance." Cassandra whimpered, standing back up, letting her hands off of his shoulders.

She dipped the rag in the alcohol and then wrung it out, took a deep breath and then slowly placed it to his back. Varian let out a shrilling shout that he tried to repress, but couldn't.

Cassandra frowned, quietly speaking to him; "I'm so sorry..." She cleaned his wound carefully.

When she thought it was clean, she began bandaging it carefully, extremely angry at whoever did this to him. She hated to see people accidentally hurt, but when purposely hurt, it made her want to break something... Now whether that be just a glass or someone's arm, that was not really specified, but she could do both easy.

"Let's see if I can get you some new clothes." Cassandra finished and put away the supplies, standing up onto her feet. "Okay... Tha...Thank you." Varian sadly smiled at her.

Cassandra got out of the tent and went to locate Faith and see if she could sew something for Varian to wear, while Varian laid back down and slept, because he was very exhausted..