[Even when she touches him, he doesn't immediately comply. Cleaning and dressing her wounds only made his stomach turn with guilt, his hand occasionally trembling when he sees his fingertips against the cuts from those claws, sees how deep he had torn into her skin and dug into her flesh. He knows she doesn't blame him, knows she'll say it was the spell or whatever the fuck has this hold on him, but they all sound like excuses at this point. After how many times this has happened, it can only sound that way.
And he is also still a bit mad at her for trying to brush this aside. To try and pretend it was nothing when it wasn't. To not even let him try to do something that was still within his control.
So all she'll get is just the barest of hollowed glances before he pulls away completely to dump the last bloodied towel into the stained water before moving away.]
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And he is also still a bit mad at her for trying to brush this aside. To try and pretend it was nothing when it wasn't. To not even let him try to do something that was still within his control.
So all she'll get is just the barest of hollowed glances before he pulls away completely to dump the last bloodied towel into the stained water before moving away.]