A few hours ago, in the room Rav shared with Evenly, he sat on the couch, feeling uncomfortable in his own skin as many places on his body burned, but he couldn't actually treat them. He had nothing to treat them with, and going to ask the people of this house for ointment wasn't something he could bring himself to do, not unless they offered it to him first.
He didn't believe that, as a person below their status, he had the right to ask for things whenever he wanted, despite the fact he was posing as a nobleman.
He still couldn't believe her ladyship had such strength, enough to hit and injure him when he had only tried to stop her from killing the man.
