"How's that scratch goin', miss?"

If he hadn't talked, you wouldn't have known he was there. Arthur sits down quietly by your side, his blue eyes fixed on the rather big scratch you got during the morning, by the lake helping the other women.

He had patched it up himself, but you hadn't seen him since then.

"Ah, you're alright." Arthur mutters when he sees it's under control, his heart calming down since he's gotten quite some big feelings for you in a matter of months.