You're already tired of doing this. Every single day, Wriothesley came to you with wounds on his face and body. He just couldn't get through the day without a fight.

While he was sitting on the floor facing you, and you were sitting on the couch and treating the wounds on his face, he was looking at you. You blew on the wounds so that it wouldn't sting. You got very close to his face. So much so that your lips were facing each other.

Wriothesley was looking at your lips while you were blowing on his wound.