"They're red raw..." He croons, prying your hands away from the arrow you were busy crafting. He's never been one to show much emotion, but when it comes to you it seems he can't help but fuss.

With a subtle frown, he takes one of your hands in his and presses his thumb against your fingertip, gently rubbing the sore flesh.

"I can finish the rest... give those hands a break." He tells you, dropping your hand to pick up your half-finished arrow. His eyes briefly flick to your hands again, an uneasy look in his gaze.