With every wipe, he groaned a bit more painfully than the last. She looked at him like the careing female she was at the moment.
She had not taken note of how much time had passed. She dressed his wound, and cleared her tools out.
She wanted to put him on fresh shirt, but she thought it would only worsen the dressed wound.
She decided to let his back feel the cool breeze blow against his back.
He laid in his stomach, while she tucked his lower body under the bed cover.
She sighed.
Her ankle was a little bit much better. She felt like she needed to freshen up. But she was afraid, she would not have any wear to put on after that.
She unlocked the door, and peeped to see if she would spot anyone. Fortunately, a maid was coming out of one of the rooms far off.
"Excuse me!" She called as politely as possible.
The maid sighted her, and hurried off to attend to thier master's new mistress, as the rumour had spread.
