Owen couldn't help his grimace at the sting of the paste, even with Gabrielle's warning- still, he made no other gesture of discomfort, and didn't pull away from her ministrations.
He took a drink- perhaps a touch longer than he should have, but he stopped himself once he realized his rudeness. "Truly, my lady," Owen said, passing the water pouch back to her, "you've shown me more kindness than anyone else has seen fit to." More, perhaps, than he deserved- but Owen didn't say as much aloud. (Would she be so kind if she knew that it should have been Domenic in his place?) Owen reached for a piece of bread and some sausage, chewing them slowly, carefully.