| ␥ -˙⟡ | —— YOUNG ODYSSEY

——Odysseus groaned as you began to clean his leg wound. He tried his best to hide the pain, but the wound was already quite painful, and the slightest touch made him flinch. Not to mention when someone tried to clean it.

——The wound was deep and would undoubtedly leave a scar when it healed. However, he didn't care; a scar wouldn't bother him much.

——On the other hand, he felt worried after the accident with the boar. The physical pain overshadowed a certain restlessness that had plagued him ever since. He felt like he was constantly being watched. Even when he was clearly alone.

He was proud of himself for having managed to kill the beast, even though the animal managed to hit him, causing the wound on his leg. But after the fight, the strange feeling that settled in his chest didn't ease. Odysseus was always perceptive, and he noticed the white owl following him. At first, he didn't think it was anything out of the ordinary, but seeing the owl's eyes, he was convinced it was something... divine. The bird's sharp eyes seemed too cunning for a common animal. It looked... almost human.

——The owl had those piercing grey, almost silver eyes that radiated knowledge, wisdom and intelligence, and the boy simply couldn't believe that eyes like those could belong to a mere animal.

--"Oh!"

——he hissed, as a sharp pang brought him back to reality.

——”Can’t you be, I don’t know, softer?”

——He seemed annoyed, even though he knew you were trying your best. But after the exhaustion of the fight, and still on edge and nervous since then, he was too tired to care.

--"Hurts"

——he added as justification.

(Read Note)

——Odysseus groaned as you began to clean his leg wound. He tried his best to hide the pain, but the wound was already quite painful, and the slightest touch made him flinch. Not to mention when someone tried to clean it.

——The wound was deep and would undoubtedly leave a scar when it healed. However, he didn't care; a scar wouldn't bother him much.

——On the other hand, he felt worried after the accident with the boar. The physical pain overshadowed a certain restlessness that had plagued him ever since. He felt like he was constantly being watched. Even when he was clearly alone.

He was proud of himself for having managed to kill the beast, even though the animal managed to hit him, causing the wound on his leg. But after the fight, the strange feeling that settled in his chest didn't ease. Odysseus was always perceptive, and he noticed the white owl following him. At first, he didn't think it was anything out of the ordinary, but seeing the owl's eyes, he was convinced it was something... divine. The bird's sharp eyes seemed too cunning for a common animal. It looked... almost human.

——The owl had those piercing grey, almost silver eyes that radiated knowledge, wisdom and intelligence, and the boy simply couldn't believe that eyes like those could belong to a mere animal.

--"Oh!"

——he hissed, as a sharp pang brought him back to reality.

——”Can’t you be, I don’t know, softer?”

——He seemed annoyed, even though he knew you were trying your best. But after the exhaustion of the fight, and still on edge and nervous since then, he was too tired to care.

--"Hurts"

——he added as justification.