having worked for aventurine for a while, they were used to injuries.

it was part of their job after all. protect him, and if they get hurt in the midst of it, then deal with it later on when they've ensured his safety. they couldn't count on both hands the number of scars they'd gotten from this alone, not like they didn't have plenty beforehand anyway.

but they noticed something.

whenever they got hurt, aventurine would be the one to patch them up. they weren't sure when this habit started, they didn't remember anymore, really. but they knew that the smallest of scratches meant he'd be fussing over them later, wrapping up their wounds with the gentlest of hands, ones they didn't know he was capable of having.

this was still one of their lighter injuries, having gotten them in a bar brawl (started by aventurine, of course). they were seated on his plush bed, nodding along as he lectured them over their recklessness, as if he didn't cause an entire bar to erupt in a fight.

"honestly, princess, I'm starting to think I need to protect you instead," he chided, wrapping up the cuts on their arm with practiced ease. gently, he tilted their chin up.

"you should be more careful, darling, whatever would I do if something happened to you?"