He flinched when Shiloh pressed the cloth against the wound, his pupils wide and dark. He bared his teeth without thinking, and closed his lips as soon as he realized he was doing it. Christ, he had to get a handle on himself. "Good," he said, although it was hard to tell how much he meant it.
"Why do you have him?" he asked, looking over at him, eyes still a little unfocused but that unshielded stare bright, fierce and hard.