Rich actually winced when he pressed the wad of damp cloth against the small but potentially fatal wound; Alice had an incredible grip, even for a lycan.  The fact that she could still squeeze with that much strength was good; if she had been on the way to death, her hand would not be able to clench his own so fiercely.<br/><br/>Once again impressing the Alpha, Alice barely acknowledged the pain of him cleaning her wound.  There was a small, breathy gasp and a whimper, and she hissed when he started dabbing the cloth on the dying flesh.  Rich narrowed his eyes, continuing his work despite the strong urge to throw away the cloth and stop her pain.<br/><br/><em>"W-what is...your...name?"</em><br/><br/>"I'm Rich," he said quickly, realizing he hadn't even told her his name yet.<br/><br/>He looked away from the grisly furrow when he spoke, noticing that her eyes were open.  They were a brilliant blue, peaking out of a face too pale from blood loss and pain.  Once again, despite the serious circumstances, Rich could not help but to admire her beauty.  His eyes traveled over her face, quickly spotting an ugly scratch just below her left cheekbone.  It was jagged, and it ended in an odd-looking bruise next to her nose.  He made a mental note to bandage (or stitch; it looked fairly deep) it up.  For now, the silver infection took priority.<br/><br/>Speaking of which...<br/><br/>Rich tore his eyes away from Alice's face and looked back at the furrow, pulling the now bloodied cloth away.  The injury itself was still an unnatural hue, and the veins around it were still black...  But the discoloration hadn't spread any further, and the wound seemed a little less swollen and had stopped bleeding.  Rich couldn't revive the necrotic flesh lining the furrow, but at least the argentophiles were working.<br/><br/>He smiled with genuine happiness.  "You're going to be alright, Alice.  Once we get rid of the dead tissue and patch you up, you'll be right as rain," Rich explained.<br/><br/>The Alpha's brow suddenly furrowed.  Did he just say right as rain?  He hadn't used that expression in...<em>decades</em>.  A memory tugged at the back of his mind, but Rich quickly dismissed it.  He had bigger problems, like figuring out how to remove the necrotic flesh...