Bowyetta nearly dropped the tray she was carrying when she caught
sight of what was happening. “M-Mr. Sir! You have not told Bowyetta you
were being injured! Do not be getting up!” She put the tray on her desk,
then reached down to pick up Mr. Sir’s hat and the strange pink piece
of paper, before quickly handing them over. “Please to be giving a
moment to Bowyetta,” she saidd before entering her small bathroom.

She
returned with a roll of some sort of bandage like material. “Please to
be holding still, Mr. Sir,” the bow creature instructed, and she wrapped
the material around his seemingly-busted light, before planting a quick
kiss on it to make it feel better.

Once that was done, she
picked up the tray once more. “Bowyetta is hoping you will much be
liking of this, Mr, Sir!” The tray contained two bowls, each one filled
with noodles, some sort of broth, and a sliced boiled egg, along with
two cups filled with some sort of fizzy drink, one blue and one yellow.
she handed Mr. Sir a bowl and the blue cup, before sitting down on her
bed with the rest.

She ate in silence for a moment, before looking
at him with a very serious face. “Who is having hurt you, Mr. Sir? It
is being Yaridovich? Bowyetta will be beating him up for you if you are
liking.”

“But I’m not–”

He sighed. Oh, well. It was better than her knowing. He sat still as she bandaged his “injury”.

“…Thank you,” he muttered, sheepishly.

With that, he began to eat the boiled egg, trying to ignore his current predicament.

He looked back at Bowyetta, inwardly hoping she wouldn’t press it. He was in no condition to think of a suitable lie.

“…No, Yaridovich didn’t attack me…” he said, truthfully.