"Don't say that. In my opinion, you might make quite the beautiful bride," whispered the spider, as she unwrapped the old bandages from Roland's wounds.
"...Babbling," he retorted.
Roland remained motionless, letting the spider replace the old bandages with new ones. Each time the bandages wound around his chest, the sensations intensified, combining with the scent of a young girl, enough to make any young man dizzy.
"Don't be upset, I was just saying you're quite adorable."
"See, I said you were babbling."
Nursing his pain, Roland gingerly lowered his arm. His face showing signs of exhaustion, and his cheeks flushing a soft pink hue - signs of embarrassment.
"Still trying to bear it... alright, there!"
"What the...!"
His freshly bandaged wound was suddenly slapped, causing Roland to almost collapse in pain.
"You seem spirited enough to handle daily activities now... though it's a shame. I was prepared to give you an even more thorough treatment—"
