Kyoko stared down at the guardian. When her grandfather had removed his clothes to treat the wounds the first time, he left him with nothing but a pair of black boxers. Kyoko mentally slapped herself for noticing that fact, and began to rub the wet rag over his legs.
She tilted her head, watching the droplets of water that she was leaving behind on his smooth, muscular legs, and mentally slapped her self again. She shook her head to get her thoughts out of the gutter and back to the task at hand. ‘He’s running a fever, for Pete’s sake.’
She glanced up at Tama with fear that he may have noticed that she was daydreaming. But Tama was busy wiping the wet cloth across Shinbe’s shoulders, and along the edge of the bandages.
I’m at the wrong end,’ she decided and backed away from the foot of
