"Delia, what are you doing?" Khan asked in a scolding tone.
"I'm checking your bandages," Delia replied, pretending that she didn't do anything strange. "Right, the drinks. I almost forgot about it."
Delia kept her left hand sealed on Khan's wrist and opened the flask with the help of her mouth. Then, she took a short sip before handing the item to Khan, and he seized it while glaring at his companion.
Delia ignored Khan's glare and continued to inspect his right hand. She turned his wrist carefully to study both its sides, but she didn't use the same grace with her legs. She moved them a lot as if trying to make sure that Khan felt them.
The camp had given a clean military uniform to Delia, but that didn't prevent Khan from imagining her firm curves. She had almost ended up naked during the escape, so he recalled what that dark-blue fabric hid.
