[ He's as brilliant a conversationalist as ever, though she'll keep that comment to herself. Dorothy spares the wolf a curious glance, but obeys and settles her crutches against the wall as she takes a seat. ]
Be gentle.
[ She can only spare him so many teasing comments. ]
[ But Dorothy reads the request well enough, so she carefully bends to lift the hem of her ridiculous medieval dress and then just-- takes it off altogether, placing it over her lap for some form of modesty maybe.
It comes with a camisole-like shift underneath anyway, which she rolls up. The bandages are gone from the wound itself, to spare them a step. And there it is, still very much a stab wound but one doing its best to heal. ]
[If her state of undress affects him, neither he nor the wolf shows it.
Rufus moves in once Dorothy has settled, reaching down to first clean the healing wound with a cursory dab to ensure that nothing got in while she went without a dressing. His touch is more clinical than tender, though it isn't rough, either. Then he applies fresh gauze over the site.]
[With the easy part out of the way and the warning issued, he leans in closer to apply the dressing over the gauze, flattening the adhesive with consideration for any tenderness on her end.]
[ Though it's said between clenched teeth as he leans in and the muscles tighten in her stomach as though that will make it hurt any less.
She at least doesn't make any pained noises; he's trying not to hurt her, even if this doesn't feel the most pleasant. But she's done this much on her own, so it isn't anything new either. ]
[Fortunately, her wound isn't so large nor fresh that it requires a bandage to be wrapped around her torso, which would have made this more difficult. This much should be enough. After flattening down the adhesive one more time, he pulls back.]
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Be gentle.
[ She can only spare him so many teasing comments. ]
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[Rufus pulls a stool up to sit across Dorothy. His gaze falls on her abdomen and the fabric covering it, then flits up to her face.
Please roll the clothing up or down or take it off altogether.]
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[ But Dorothy reads the request well enough, so she carefully bends to lift the hem of her ridiculous medieval dress and then just-- takes it off altogether, placing it over her lap for some form of modesty maybe.
It comes with a camisole-like shift underneath anyway, which she rolls up. The bandages are gone from the wound itself, to spare them a step. And there it is, still very much a stab wound but one doing its best to heal. ]
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Rufus moves in once Dorothy has settled, reaching down to first clean the healing wound with a cursory dab to ensure that nothing got in while she went without a dressing. His touch is more clinical than tender, though it isn't rough, either. Then he applies fresh gauze over the site.]
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And she holds still as he works, only wincing once. He's helping, she'd rather not be a difficult patient. ]
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[With the easy part out of the way and the warning issued, he leans in closer to apply the dressing over the gauze, flattening the adhesive with consideration for any tenderness on her end.]
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[ Though it's said between clenched teeth as he leans in and the muscles tighten in her stomach as though that will make it hurt any less.
She at least doesn't make any pained noises; he's trying not to hurt her, even if this doesn't feel the most pleasant. But she's done this much on her own, so it isn't anything new either. ]
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What else do you normally do?
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Kiss it better.
[ Though that's a joke, even with an impressive poker face. ]
But that's more or less it, really. I'll usually take a painkiller if it's still aching after the fact.
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Is it aching?
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A bit?
[ And then-- ]
I'm more than capable of doing that much myself.
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Then I will be going.
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Until next time.