“I—” I glanced down at the cut and frowned. As much as I wanted to shoo him away, he was right. I’d been more worried about Val’s burns and getting away from Fenris than I had my own injury.
Before I could protest, he knelt down in front of me, taking my hand with far more care than I’d ever imagined him capable of. He spread my palm, saying nothing as he opened an alcohol swab. I tried to tug my hand back but Fenris held me fast. He continued to dab at the cut, undeterred by my flinch, my struggle.
I frowned at the sting, not sure if I was more annoyed he was calm or that I wasn’t. I wasn’t the type of person who let emotion run rampant, so why did I keep letting him make me so upset?
Sure, this was easily the most bizarre situation I’d found myself in, but I could still focus on what
