Shiloh looked honestly confused. Maybe Shane had hit his head, as well as been stabbed. "I said the marks were private, and didn't want to talk about them." Maybe he'd lost too much blood. He tied off the neat line of thread, and he pressed his thumb to Shane's lower hip, so he could see the soft inside. Not as pink as it should be, no, but not at the point of hallucination. His thumb dragged over Shane's chin as he moved back.