"Probably for the best that you don't mend them completely, yes."<br/><br/>Darius watched curiously as she picked up the silks that she had been wearing. Assuming there was something in one of the many hidden pockets, his surprise and irritation at the sudden blinding pain caused him to flinch fairly hard. The reflex nearly caused him to jerk his hand free as she wiped at the only thing keeping the hand numb. It was like sandpaper on the wound, despite the softness of the silk. It was his duty now to trust her though, so he did his best to remain still.<br/><br/>His hand twitched with each press of her lips, and the feeling of warmth coursing through his arm was an odd one. It was much like his arm had fallen asleep, and the tingling feeling was slowly fading as circulation was restored.<br/><br/>After Gwen had pulled away, he tenuously wriggled each finger, then flexed his hand as a whole. It<em>looked</em>like it should still be quite painful, but he didn't feel an ounce of discomfort. He couldn't help the boyish grin that covered his features. As quickly as it was there though, he cleared his throat and forced his face to return to a simple smirk. Deep down, he was slightly jealous that he couldn't do what she did.<br/><br/>"You shouldn't need to. At the very least though, we'll get you proficient with a knife. It would help me rest easier." Walking over, still completely nude himself, he gathered her dress and brought it to her. Setting it at her feet, he gestured for her to step into it. "It will be far easier for me to help you dress to avoid what is now on your shoulder, unless you have some other means."