“How are you always getting into trouble, hm?” Javier chided, dabbing at the wound on your side — The result of running your mouth at the saloon a smidge too much.

“It wasn’t inten-“ You began, though were cut off as he dabbed a cold salve on your skin, “Gentle-!” You squawked, recoiling at the sensation.

“I am being gentle, galletita.” He retorted, pushing your arm out of the way once more to finish treating your injury.