Jamie was still fuming, there was no doubt about that, but more at the situation itself and not really at her. At least, not specifically even if it was she that had started it all. Regardless, gathering the first aid items happened to be enough to distract him from it all.

But then there was her quiet almost hesitant question that seemed to stab him right in the heart. He'd frightened her, probably reminded her of worse times and he hated himself for .

He paused in what he was doing, hands gripping the counter as he took in a deep and staying breath. "I'm sorry," he said softly, unable to look up at her yet, "I promise to be gentle but getting those splinters out isn't going to be pleasant." Perhaps he should offer her some whiskey but that could be a problem all on its own.

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