Jamie couldn't really help but to regard her with a suspicious eye at her initial remark. It certainly didn't bode well for his inner protector and he actually found himself wondering what all she had endured. He wouldn't ask though. That was private and he was one to hate when others pried into his own privacy so he'd be the last one to do that.

With a surprising gentle touch, he held her hand in his much larger and calloused ones and made quick work of plucking the splinters from it. He had to make sure every last bit of wood was pulled out otherwise they'd risk infection. It didn't take long but he was well aware of every wince made as he went.

"I need to rinse your hand with a solution note, " he said, looking her in the eye for the first time since getting into the shack, " It's going to sting something awful but it'll help prevent infection. "

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