Niya feels the tension between them rising, feels his reluctance and her stupidity. She is moments away from smacking her hands on her forehead. His expression is mostly unreadable but she does know that their semi drunken state cannot be blamed for what transpired last night. They were fully alert when they were fighting. She glances at the bandages on his hands..they must hurt.

　　“Are they painful?” She points at his arm.

　　“No.. little bit but I have had ...