Chasing rabbits

Delphi ignored his possessive body posture. If he wanted to scare her off, he'd have to do more than look like a puffed-up cat. Staring at him in almost a bored fashion, her eyes keep drawing down toward his cut leg. From where she stood it didn't appear too bad, but it still would need to be looked at. Waiting for him to chill out, Delphi finally looks at him when he asks what it was to her if he was hurt. She lets out a dramatic sigh before stepping closer and lowering her head to get a better look at his cut.

"It could get infected, skojare," she retorts to him. "Let me clean and bandage it and then I'll be on my way," her words are quick and have an edge. Turning her gaze to look back up at his light purple eyes, she furrows her brow, squinting, waiting for the go-ahead before she tried to touch him.