every time i think i've finally made it, i learn i'm farther away than i have ever been before
When he had found what he wanted from the kit he gestured for her to sit down. He moved wordlessly and without thinking of her magic or the fact that she could heal herself with ease. On a normal day, the hunter may be able to think more clearly. Today, however, had been a whirlwind from hell and his mind was still reeling from it. Taking bits of glass from her foot, he dropped them on the floor next to him. The blood did not even make him flinch or think twice--he was a hunter, after all. What kind of man would be willing to stick his arms up to his shoulders into the body cavity of a dead animal and rip its guts out but shy away from a bit of blood? A weak one. Weak, Noah was not.
He dipped some cotton into the antiseptic and dabbed it on her foot, and followed by bandaging it. "I think that might be better." He did not want to sleep on the couch, in the main part of the house, but he did not have another window or even enough boards to block it up for the night. "If we hang this canvas on the wall in your room you should be fine to still sleep in there." He was not telling her what she had to do, but simply giving her the option. She did not have to sleep out here, with him so close, if she did not want to.
NOAH
