“This is unnecessary—ow!”

Runaan scowled as you carefully pulled each barbed thorn from his skin. He’d taken quite a fall into a bush of stinging thorns after slipping on the wet ground.

“It’s just a few scratches and a bit of stinging. I’m fine. You don’t need to go through all… this.” He gestured irritably at the bandages, ointment, tweezers, and bloody tissues you had set aside. The idea of being fussed over made him cringe.