"My knee hit the edge of the table."

Without a moment's hesitation, Tyrone knelt in front of the couch.

"Which one?"

"The left."

Carefully lifting her dress, Tyrone found a bruise marring her previously unblemished knee.

When Tyrone tried to gently press the bruise, Sabrina stopped him.

"Don't; it hurts."

Standing up, Tyrone looked at her. “Stay put. I'll fetch some ointment."

"It's nothing serious, really."

"No."

He quickly left the room.

Looking up, Sabrina found herself meeting the eyes of Cesar and Wanda, and she felt a pang of embarrassment.

Clearing her throat, Wanda said, “Our boy has learned to be thoughtful.

Sabrina, don't hesitate to ask him for anything."

With a flushed face, Sabrina gave a nod. "I understand."

Returning with ointment, Tyrone knelt before Sabrina again, cleaning the bruise gently with antiseptic, then applying a dab of ointment with a cotton swab.

Seeing the seriousness on his face, Sabrina's heart fluttered.

It was as if he was tending to a treasured object.

Once the ointment was applied, Tyrone carefully placed a small bandage over the wound, then lowered her dress. "ALL done."

“Sabrina, Tyrone, your grandpa and I will manage here. You can head home." Wanda said.