"That's right, you're mortal," Lucas answered her dreamy expression, trying to jolt her back to reality. "That doesn't mean you get to make a huge bloody mess proving it yourself."
Her smile fell down as she came out of whatever state she had been in and realized that Lucas was applying pressure to the wound on her wrist and the bleeding had stopped.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I can do it," she placed her fingers over his, but he didn't let go. Instead he looked at her with his eyebrows raised, clearly doubting her words.
"I'll get it cleaned up for you," he sighed and removed the gauze pads to replace them with a new, clean stack. Then he wound a bandage around to keep it in place before turning on the water and focusing on cleaning the blood from her hand.
