"Nikon! Nikon, look what I can do!"
A seven year-old Xavien giggled and ran along the three-foot high rock wall that surrounded part of the garden. "I'm like a kitty!"
Nikon walked beside the stone wall, watching him. "Brother, please do not do that. You might fall and hurt yourself."
The younger boy continued with his fun, not listening to Nikon. "I'm a kitty, and kitties always land on their feet!" He giggled again, meowing like a cat.
Nikon pursed his lips in annoyance. He was ten years old, and was always looking after his younger brother. Xavien has three personal governesses, but they don't do their job well enough at all, at least, not according to Nikon's standards. How could those three idiots think that a seven year-old boy would be perfectly fine, roaming the grounds all by himself? They didn't know Nikon was with him.
Nikon was rarely away from Xavien for an extended period of time. He was extremely protective of the young boy, whose mind was in the clouds most of the time. Though, Xavien's naïve and playful nature served for a rather cute display on many occasions.
A sudden thud broke Nikon out of his thoughts.
"N-nikoooon!" sounded Xavien's cry from the other side of the wall.
Nikon's eyes widened in alarm, and he crossed to the opposite side of the wall in a matter of seconds. Xavien lay there on the ground in a plot of fresh soil. He held his knee helplessly, tears already rolling down his cheeks. "Nikon!" he cried again, looking desperately at his elder brother.
Nikon hurried over to him, kneeling beside the boy. "Let me see," he commanded gently, grasping Xavien's leg.
His brother obliged, uncovering his knee. From the looks of it, he'd scraped it on the rock when he fell from the wall. A small amount of blood collected at the edge of the cut and trickled down his leg. Xavien squeezed his eyes shut, hating the sight of blood. "It hurts, Nikon!" he insisted, sobbing quietly.
"Shh, it is alright. I will make the pain go away."
Nikon tore a strip of fabric from his own shirt sleeve. This would make his governess furious, but that didn't matter; she could sew him another shirt easily. He gently wrapped the makeshift bandage around his brother's knee, tying it with a firm knot.
"O-owiiie!" cried Xavien.
Nikon put a hand on his knee and focused a concentration of healing power towards it. "Shh, Xavien, you will attract the palace guards. It is alright, the pain will go away in a moment, okay?"
The young boy sniffled and managed to calm down enough to stop sobbing. He whimpered quietly as the pain was drained from the miniscule wound.
"I told you not to run on the wall," scolded Nikon.
"I-I'm s-s-sorry," Xavien said quietly, "I-I just w-wanted to b-be like a k-kitty…"
"You are not a kitty," clarified his brother, "You can pretend to be like one with other measures."
"I-I'm sorry," the helpless boy said again, on the verge of more tears.
A pang of sympathy reminded Nikon to be gentle with this sensitive child. He pulled him into a hug, rubbing his back comfortingly. "I understand. You do not need to apologize."
Xavien buried his face in his brother's shoulder, gripping his shirt. He nuzzled Nikon lovingly, grateful.
"Th-thank you, brother."
"You are welcome, Xavien."
"I love you, brother."
"I love you, too, Xavien."