The Victors Enjoy their Spoils

He was corrected about her amount of scratches, as she spoke apparently there may have been one or two, but nothing so serious that he hadn't even noticed. Or according to Esti.. nothing 'cool'. He couldn't help but shake his head at her as she offered him another twirl just for him to make sure she wasn't sporting anything. "Yes. you're fit as a whistle." He was amazed he was able to give such a disagnosis after she fought a lion. When Mercy fought a tiger she'd gained two large wounds. He might have been able to heal them much more thoroughly if she hadn't gone and let them get infected. Now his sister wore two scars on her back that would never let him forget his failure. "If you want to go we can, but I feel like there's so much more fun to be had here." He'd say this as she brought herself closer, whispering secrets into his ear. He'd perk at her suggestion, smiling softly at her kiss and finding himself in agreement. "You could use another look. Just in case." He'd try to close the distance between them again, eager to get a better 'feel' at her injuries.