He loosened her towel, letting it fall to her waist, then poured a few drops of spirit on the cotton wool and gently began to clean her wound.
Leia hissed as the pain struck her and her hand balled into a tight fist.
"I am sorry, little wife." Adrik comforted her and, as soon as he was done with cleaning it, he dressed it up.
He stood up and walked into the dressing room, then grabbed a set of clothes and strolled back to the bedroom.
He helped her apply some oil to her body, then aided her in sliding into her clothing, which was black leggings and a white tunic top.
He pulled her up from the stool and gently caressed her hair. "How do you feel now?"
"Better than ever." She smiled at him, and he laid a soft kiss on her forehead. "Wait here, let me get you something to eat." He had her sit down on the sofa, and walked out of the room.
