"You look tired, Big Brother. What have you been doing?" Lena stared at Darius. he had not cleaned himself up after the training, and she was looking at him, seeing his battered clothes.
Darius looked down to see his clothes all torn up, he hadn't noticed.
"Oh, I was training. Now I need to get freshened up so I can make you lunch." he scratched his head, giving her a weird smile.
Darius walked closer to Lena and patted her head. He leaned in, still smiling.
Lena pushed his hand off her head in a playful manner. For a split second, she caught something in his eyes—something heavy, something tired. But before she could say anything, he grinned and ruffled her hair again, as if nothing was wrong.
"I have to get stronger so no one would be able to hurt my little troll." Darius had a smile on his face.
"Stop calling me little troll, big ogre." Lena shook his hand off and began pushing him to his room. "Go change those clothes so you can make lunch."
