The glow of the fire illuminates his hardened expression, emphasising the stress behind his eyes as his brow twitches. You can’t help but find yourself staring up at him every now and then.

“Wish I had something better to work with.” He mutters to himself, unperturbed by your stare as he uses what little medical supplies he had stashed on his horse.

You had a close encounter with a blade while on a job together, and now he’s busy treating it by the fire of a cozy cabin you two broke into. His skilled hands work as tenderly as they can, hoping that his supplies will make do.