Tomb Raiding, Spiders, and Spell Flingers

The pain shot up from his thigh as water rushed over and into the wound. His jaw clenched, biting back a curse as she began complaining then abruptly halted. Eyes followed her circling the edge before he finally settled and sank under, returning a moment later hands raised.

As he flashed her a grin and teased his mind wondered how and when the injury might have occurred, probably when he’d been icing the beasties and he gave a shrug of his shoulders. Hasn’t killed me yet, probably nothing serious, brushing off any concern. He thought the bath was softening her up, but then she turned away all shy like and quipped back, reminding him of her earlier persuasion. Ruth laughed. Should make that my middle name. Id we did middle names. Na. I’m not about to have a happy time alone, when I’ve company.

Feeling around the skin, Ruth determined the bite wasn’t something to be concerned about, though the speed she whipped around caused him to frown, then roll his eyes. Fuck sake, Dora, I’m joking. Now pipe you’re wee dwarven butt down and take my hand. Honestly, I can do this one handed and make sure you’ve not tore something at the same time.

Elevating his leg and palming the wound, Ruth’s freehand reached for one of hers and once gripped let the balm of healing flow. While I enjoy the good romp, I know you a little, dwarf. It’s cute how flustered you get over a bit of harmless teasing. Eventually he’d feel the sting abate some and sense her own injuries were recuperating well enough to release her hand to rest on the tub's edge. His eyes shuttered closed, enjoying the water and merely nodding along with her until she was done. The offer still stands when we’re not stabbed, bitten and recovering. I’ll happily nibble away. One eye peeked open. How red is that gonna make you I wonder? New shade, surely.