Thud!
Ayla dramatically whipped her head toward Silas, both hands exaggeratedly flying to her mouth in disbelief when she saw him sprawled on the floor, arms wide open and eyes staring blankly at the ceiling.
"Honey, are you alright?" She gasped, delaying before making her way over to him.
She had just bent over beside him when he gritted his teeth and sat up, clearing his throat with a huff.
"What do you think? It was just a fall… because of a stupid banana peel."
Ayla pressed her lips tightly together to hold in the smile threatening to spread across her face.
"Is that so? I bet if I was the one who fell, I'd need to be admitted to another room. You really are so, so strong. Have you been working out secretly?" She gushed, proceeding to feel his biceps.
This was Silas' ego talking, of course. A fall like that, with nothing to soften the hit to his head, was hurting him badly.
