you want me to walk her like she's your dog?

Wilder had never seen injuries like this before. As he tenderly and very carefully peels away the bandages to reveal the full extent of damage, he can't hide the tiny gasp that leaves his lips. Subtly is not his forte. He is quick to clamp his teeth together, scorning himself for being such an idiot, but he can't take it back either. What was done was done.

"Yer lucky to be alive," he murmurs softly, moving to open the bottle and dab some on a dry, clean piece of cloth he had also grabbed. His eyes are focused on the task, not noticing the way she lost her composure or how she was fast to shut her eyes. Or maybe he told himself he didn't notice. Didn't want to make it worse for her even though he wasn't the best at those sorts of things. "It might sting at first," Wilder warns as he presses gently upon the wounds, lightly spreading the eucalyptus ointment over the tender and shredded skin.

WILDER