@clandestinare asked: To think, miscalculating a jump would have gotten him here… now a patient of one of his acquaintances. Nikolai cursed himself internally, wincing slightly as Alice continued to patch up his wounds.
“Miss Alia…” he muttered. “I’m sure this will be healed in no time at all. There’s no need to pamper me this much.”
His usage of the Russian diminutive for her name always gave her a warm little flutter of happiness, but this time, it had her squinting up at him for a moment. “This isn’t pampering. It’s treatment.” And it was a little concerning that he saw her simply cleaning and bandaging as pampering. The wounds were consistent with a bad fall, but with his elegant poise she couldn’t see him being clumsy to have to deal with this type of thing often enough that he wouldn’t pay them much mind. Either way, it was not her place to speculate. She simply wanted to make sure he would be okay.
After clearing away any debris, she carefully dabbed some antiseptic to the scrape on his palm with a soaked cotton ball and started measuring some gauze to protect it the area with. “You’re an artist, Niko.” Alice pointed out softly. His baking was pretty much magical. “So take good care of your hands, yeah?”
