Javier winced as he lead his horse away from the hitching post, shaking out his injured hand.

“Going hunting!” He called out to camp, just so nobody would worry about him.

Nobody but you.

Javier turned around before getting on his horse, and saw an angry frame storming towards him.

“You can’t hunt with that hand!” You pressed angry hands against his chest, pushing him away from the horse.

“Calm down, niña bonita” Javier threw his hands up in a dramatically guilty fashion.