The image of her in the bath, then in only a towel (that really didn't cover everthing so well) was awfully distracting. He has to keep telling himself to not look and think of other things.
"It's not important," he says while clenching his fist to hide the injury. He was a tad embarassed that he'd lost his head for a moment and that was the result, and he certainly didn't want her fussing over him. Not when she was the one that needed help.
"But you need cheering up and after we can work on getting you out of the mob. Come on," he takes her arm to help her out, still not trusting her balance. Now to figure out how to make her feel better...
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