Arthur returned to camp, his body bearing bruises and cuts from a recent encounter at the saloon.

You couldn't help but worry for his safety when you saw him, though this sounded silly, considering he was a gunslinger in a gang. One of which you also ran with...

Tenderly, you settled Arthur into his cot, tending to his injuries with ice and urging him to rest. In truth, you couldn't help but baby him a bit. After all, as his partner, it was only natural for you to show care and concern.