She'd made him flinch! Enid flushed pink, feeling guilty. But even that could not entirely stop her. She stepped closer, and very carefully put her hands on Nigel Yarwood's arm to get a look at the gash. "I'm not going to rest knowing you're bleeding," she said quietly. She looked up at him.

"It'll take me ten minutes," she said. Even if he could take care of it himself, she was sure it would take longer for him to heal himself — and the outcome would probably be worse. "If you really think it's too much trouble, you can get me back by eating breakfast with me?" she tried, putting on her most charming smile.