"Worry not, little one... it can be tidied up. I'd rather he sure your wound is properly disinfected and tended to..."
And so they would arrive in the kitchen where the Prince would gather the needed supplies from the medical kit he'd mentioned earlier.
"I must warn you, this won't be pleasant."
"The fact that you would confide in me is enough to show at the very least, you're trying. It takes a lot to break outside comfort zones, I know this all too well now... Just know that you can look to me should you need a reminder of how brave you truly are, even in the face of fear... if not for~
"Just... try your best not to move suddenly, it's going to sting."
The prince said while grabbing one of the small disinfectant wipes and attempting to gently clean out the wound.
"I'll have you know there are many benefits to the study of astrology. It isn't all about prophetic predictions, you know."
"You don't say... I don't suppose your father shares the same interest in the finer details of the case."
Stolas would close and lock the door once the King had made his way inside.
"I must admit, you were the last I'd expected to see on such short notice after my exile... I'd offer you a drink. However, It's not mine to offer."
~You and the family you've built... I may not have made it back from Andrealphus' you know."
"How bad was their day..?"
"I see, But another title does little in terms of satiating my curiosities. But I suppose it will do for now..."
"I don't mean to sound rude, but your sympathy isn't exactly beneficial to me..."
Seems the Ex-Prince is aware of whom this one's adoptive father is.
"How do you /think/ I'm doing..?"