Palatial Panic [Kito & Paetra]

"You know," Paetra intoned as she swatted  Kito lightly with a small pillow, "this might have been avoided if you had just done what the princess asked and let her take you to the inn." 

Currently, Paetra was helping Kito to his temporary room at the palace while Aessa attempted to convince her father that their was a really good reason for it all. "Let me stay in a tree, you said. I will be fine, you said." Paetra snorted. 

"How the hell did you expect to be fine in a tree if you could not handle walking, hm?"

Kito winced and glared playfully at Paetra. "It was what I had always done! It is like you having always slept in a bed!" His injured wing was no longer dislocated as Paetra, very painfully, had put it back in place. His shoulder had followed right after his wing. His whole left side, the injured side, was sore and the adrenaline was starting to wear off.

"It makes me nervous being here. Why do we have to be here?" He hated being a burden and he hated having luxury. He had been raised with little. He was used to little. He hated change, but he knew it was always going to happen.

"Do not look at me! I simply suggested to Aessa that you needed rest in a secure place." Paetra rolled her eyes in exasperation. "You, Kito, do not take care of yourself. That obviously was not the first time you have been injured like that." She turned the corner, and gave him a sideways glance. "I am not even sure I wish to know where that large scoring came from. It was as if great claws had been buried into your skin and had dragged the flesh away."

Kito winced at her description of the wound on his back. "I'm sure you have battled with a demon before." He glanced at her. "You have fought with a demon before, haven't you?" He remembered the demon distinctly. It's face, it's claws, and the way those claws had ripped the skin from his back.

(Srry for the short responce.)