Aeros felt eyes upon his back. He could "hear" the contradicting emotions. So he squished and blocked picking those up as well. He wasn't too sure how to react to this situation. It had been a long time since he'd had anyone, much less a woman, within his home. He heard her draining the water from the offered cup. And smiled.<br/><br/>That would end any stinging that came with his cleaning the wound. He gets up and pours a tiny vial of herbal peroxide type stuff all over the wound. And then pats the bubbling stuff dry and repeasts this process. And after the third time he was satisfied any bacteria and germs were dead.<br/><br/>He walks over to his bowl and picks up the herbal paste. And putting some on his hands begins to "paint" it onto her skin. Anywhere and everywhere the wound was...it was soon covered in the sweet smelling herbal paste. He truly had no intentions of letting her leave UNTIL she was a 100% better.<br/><br/>He continues with the tending to it. Removing her shirt rather than reaching up under it. His actions and gaze...were completely doctor-like. He could have sneaked peeks but he didn't. He remained professional and respectful. Getting up he grabs the bandaging and the threaded needle.<br/><br/>Taking the bandage he wraps it up and down. Covering the wound with four layers of bandaging. When he finished with that he sewed it securely shut with the needle and its special thread. The entire time he was working he had not said a single word. Merely done what needed to be done. Nothing more nothing less.<br/><br/>"Aeros. You?" he says. Those two simple words were distant.