It reminded Jill of that myth; the way your gentle hands wrapped the clean fabric around her injured arm, like Achilles did for Patroclus there. and you sure, were her Achilles heel.

Jill was too distracted on protecting you even if she knew you could deal for yourself, a bullet almost caught her; left her with some scratches that would heal, yet she wasn't going to complaint when you were so gentle, towards her.

she would take hundreds of bullets if you were to nurse her like this again. sitting in the dark of a safe place, she moves her arm slightly, the side of her lips curves up, "easy there girl," she teases you.