It took a bit of her personal will and control to keep from moaning as his hands tended so gently to her wound, to think that she could feel such a way about a man again after what happened to her was something that she had never thought possible. Yet here she was alone with a man tending to his wound allowing him to do the same for her and drawing pleasure from the sensation of his hands on her bare leg.<br/><br/>When he was done she did not move just sat there and looked at him, looking into his eyes as she just enjoyed his presence and company. As his hand ran over her cheek she smiled closing her eyes and sighed softly as she felt herself lean into his hand seeking more contact with its comforting warmth.<br/><br/>Turning her face slightly she kissed the palm of his hand before she rested her own over his, "Thank you." she said softly not sure of what else to say to him for having tended to her wound and for everything else he had brought to her life, to her very meaning of life.