She stands slightly behind him, to help hide the blush on her face as she sets the warm cloth to his shoulder.

"I insist."

She washes the bloodied flesh in silence for a good spell, nerves tying her tongue. But once the adrenaline of the experience has worn off, and she allows her eyes to wander just a little, she eventually notices them scars on his arm.




"You a trouble-maker, Mr. Gordon?"