I found the most worn dress in the trunk. Tossing it to him. “Rip this up for me.”
He obediently wrenched it into pieces. Grunting with the effort it took. And making his wound bleed more profusely.
I snatched up a few of the long strips. “Sit up.”
He groaned, lurching into a sitting position.
I scooted onto my knees next to him. Winding the makeshift bandage around his torso and over his shoulder. Tightening it along the back to hold the wound shut. “Do you know someone that can sew this shut?”
“Would you like me to find you a needle?”
“I’d have no idea how to do that!”
“Nor would anyone else in this castle. So, you’d do as well as anyone else.” He rubbed his thumb and one fingertip together purposefully. Giving me a long look.
Something silver began sliding up between thos
