As their foreheads connected, Ji let out a soft sound that could have almost passed for a chuckle. "I vowed to always do such a thing," he muttered, turning as much as he was able to allow her better access to his arm. "No matter what."
Hand seeking out Nevenka's own, Ji steadily got to his feet and helped her up. Soiled and bloody, he glanced around. "I do not know where to go," he admitted, not having had a need for the bandaid station before. "You must lead the way, my lady."
Before either of them moved again, Ji brought Nevenka's hand up to his mouth. Lips brushing her skin lightly, he allowed their arms to drop as she led him to where he needed to go.