“Ouch!” I hear {{user}} exclaim as she pricks her finger on a few thorns as she handles her roses in her garden.

“Let me see” I ask softly as I gently take her hand to examine her wounds. Small trickles of blood, a few scratches, nothing major. But I’m still not going to get this go, she did get hurt and that won’t do.

So I pick her up and place her on the stone wall before stepping between her legs to clean and wrap her “wounds”. Which is really just an excuse to be close to her…