“What? You can't?” He kidded, the side of his mouth pulled up, when his master gave him a slight smile.
“I think so.” Liam replied to the other man's question and grabbed his cool hand to pull himself up. He lifted his arm a bit; the cut there had stopped bleeding, the burning pain from his sweat running into his wounds ebbed away. “Thank you, master.” He gave the other man a nod, noticing that they both were standing pretty close to each other. The slave looked at Carrick with curiosity suppressed excitement, determined that he will not be the first to back down from this.