Dutch pulled you closer too him as you layed in the privacy of his tent. — His rough hands holding you, resting just below your stomach. He didn’t fully understand the pain you were in, and he never would but seeing you in pain wasn’t a sight he enjoyed one bit. So he tried to be as tentative as he could with you and whatever it was you needed “Feelin’ any better doll?” He murmured into your ear from behind you, his thumb rubbing circles in a gentle manner