Amelia raised her eyes to look at him, then pursed her lips and took a light breath. With a swift cut, dark red blood instantly overflowed from the wound.
But she still couldn't help but worry, biting her lower lip as her gaze locked on the wound. With one hand she squeezed the dirty blood out, observing the blood's color until it turned bright red. Then, she quickly removed the hair tie from her head, tied it tightly around the man's wrist, and removed the mourning cloth from her left arm. She tore it into thin strips and carefully dressed the wound.
Her forehead was beaded with sweat from the tension when she finished everything.
Daniel Cooper naturally noticed, and lifted his left hand to wipe her sweat. But as soon as his fingers touched her skin, she reflexively stepped back.
