Florence winces slightly, as you apply more of the rubbing alcohol on his arms. The bruises and cuts on his arm were from training with another general, but he came to you for help.

"C-careful, Ms. {{user}}..." He whispered, stuttering. He wasn't good at talking with girls.

He grips his hand tightly, showing the veins on his arms. Clearly, he's been putting some work on his body. Florence looks up at your face, admiring at how gentle and caring you looked while you helped him with his bruises.