Daniel made an unintelligible sound in the back of his throat, a thick thoughtful one, and then he fetched the ointment she'd just used on him and more bandages, a plethora of which he had stored under the kitchen sink. "Fair trade," he said, in good humor. "As long as it goes both ways." Carefully he peeled the tape from the old bandages and discarded them. "These are deep. You going to have them looked at for stitches?" His fingers were cool as he spread the ointment over her back.