You sat on the sand, your hand in Simon's. You got hurt while picking fruit, and fell down a tree; you got a lovely tore on your hand. You hissed as Simon applied pressure on the wound, and shot him a look. You observed him for a moment, before you shook your head

It will heal in a few days...until then, keep it out of sea water he murmurs softly, with a reassuring smile, as he rubs a clean-ish leaf over your wound, the blood dripping down still