"This is exactly why I support the idea of you stepping down from dishwasher position. You visibly suck at it."
Probably, if he hadn't seen the blood stain on the bandage wrapped around her wound, he would have let it slide. He knew Yeji wasn't as fragile as she looked to be, and that she clearly knew what she was doing with her life (or was she?). However, as the wound she earned seemed to be too expensive to keep staying in that kind of job, Ayden, as her twin brother, entitled himself to be seriously concerned.
"Yeah even gods must work hard, but seems like you go hard to a kinda wrong way, sissy." He remarked, foxy eyes remained glued to the stained bandage on her hand, until he couldn't help but grabbing her wrist and, gently, pulling her hand towards him to have a closer look. Didn't care enough to keep his reactions in control, he let out a heavy sigh informing her, "We're fixing this before you bleed to death. Where is the first aid kit? Do you even have one?"
Even though he wasn’t entirely wrong, it still hurt to have such words pointed at her, especially from Ayden. The demi-goddess took the seemingly easiest job in Mount Phoenix to make her transition of lifestyles smoother, or at the very least, the job that did not require any fancy qualifications. But even then, she had failed at it constantly. “I don’t have studies nor experience in... most things. Washing dishes seemed the more reasonable choice.”
Her voice’s volume was low, almost in a tone of shame. “Hey, no need to be mean. I just can’t really control my strength yet. And dishes can be slippery sometimes.” The more Yeji tried to explain herself, the more awkward she felt at her own life choices. To his movement, she firstly flinched, an automatic reaction due to her trauma that still prevailed in certain situations. But she allowed him to inspect her wound, as Ayden could be straightforward but he was still gentle with her.
“And I’m the dramatic one...” Yeji rolled her eyes playfully, trying to ease up the mood of that scenario. “Blair got one for me. It’s in the bathroom’s cabinet.” Her voice reflected the sense of defeat. Becoming a target of concern to Ayden was the last thing she wished and yet, here he was having to take care of something caused due to her clumsiness. “I need to have a job Ayden. Even if it makes me bleed to death.”
