With a smile, he watched her drink deeply, glad to see her appetite returning. She moved awkward with the bandaged fingers, and he felt bad. After she finished drinking, he watched her avert her eyes, watching her hands. He kicked himself for having made things so awkward. She needed all of her energy for healing. She didn't need emotional strain.<br/><br/>The only way to fix it was to act as normal as possible, and hope he could get rid of the raging hormones that were wreaking havoc on his mind. He took her hand in his, speaking in a soft, nurturing tone, "Lets see how those fingers are doing hmm?"<br/><br/>He slowly began peeling the bandages back. The injuries to her fingers had been massively painful, he knew, but the actual damage to her tissue was minimal. It was likely that she would be feeling much better. Hoping this was the case, he wadded up the bandages, then examined each finger, "How do they feel?"