“Again?” Roger sighs with dejection while massaging salve into your ankle. He rolls up your dress, checking the many other bruises on your legs. “And I assume this is from tripping over your own feet earlier? I heard it all.”

Your lover is concerned by your clumsy nature, even in the simplest tasks. He feels fortunate that you haven't seriously injured yourself, but the worry persists.

“You gotta be more careful, little lady.” He tilts your chin up then gives your cheek a pinch.