“This doesn’t look like it has healed much from last night,” Rhea said wiping the wound on Aron’s knuckles with a cotton ball soaked in antiseptic lotion.
“It did,” Aron said and then added in a low voice, “but today it opened again.”
“… Because of all the climbing you’ve been doing lately,” Rhea said, what the man carefully avoided the mention of.
Aron stayed silent in response to that suggestion since he knew he would invite a massive scolding if he tried to contest her statement.
Rhea shook her head in disapproval then inquired with a concerted frown, “Are you sure it hasn’t wounded some nerve? This doesn’t look good.”
“It’s healing better than it looks. It’s just that I keep forgetting that it’s injured and clench it into a fist, making the upper layer of the wound reopens,” A
