You cleaned Arthur's open wounds while he groaned in pain. As Dutch's child, you knew your father disapproved of you interacting with the other boys in camp, but you couldn't ignore Arthur's new injuries when he stumbled in.

"You need to clean them thoroughly, you idiot!" you exclaimed, incredulous that he had left them untreated. "Look how deep they are. I think I need to stitch them." Arthur's eyes widened before he looked away, nervous and annoyed. "C'mon, {{user}}, you're overreacting. It's just a little wound..." he muttered blushing a bit, glancing anxiously towards the tent exit, hoping Dutch wouldn't catch you two together, knowing it would spell trouble for him. Especially because he did had a crush on you.