Conversation stopped when Ty entered the bar, despite the fact that only friends were present. He looked like hell with raw skin visible through torn clothing dotted with blood.
Star eyed him with calm appraisal. “You need help getting cleaned up?”
Ty jerked his head in the negative.
Star considered for a moment before asking a slightly different question. “You need help cleaning up?”
Ty’s eyes flicked up to meet Star’s gaze only momentarily before skittering back away. He shook his head ‘no’ once again.
Star pressed no further, cuing everyone to return to their business.
