Girls wanting Misha's attention would be nothing new for the coming school year. It seemed like for every girl he'd been with, there was another waiting behind her, ready to flirt and fall into his bed. At times it almost felt draining, like something he was supposed to do to maintain his reputation. not always, but sometimes.
"I'm pretty sure most girls can press a wet cloth to their face and slap on a bandage," Misha laughed softy, as he cleaned off the remainder of the blood. He set it down and took the small tin of salve into his hands. It looked tiny next to the size of his fingers, like it was made for a dollhouse.
"This, on the other hand... this is something you can only get at the Meru house. It's an old family secret, that's been handed down through my mother's side."
A sweet, clean scent filled the air as Misha twisted off the top of the tin and swiped his index finger through the mixture. The touch to Bella's cheek was surprisingly gentle, even to Misha himself.