"Worry not, my dear Captain. I shall guard it with my life."
*He smiles warmly, dabbing a few more swabs across the wound, placing them into a bottle and sealing it, placing the bottle into one of the pouches at his waist.*
"I shall have to look at those more closely, see if there's anything unusual in the wound."
*He looks back up to see Falcon's face gazing back down at him, helmet removed. He cannot help but smile.*
"Always nice to see your handsome face. Now, hold still. I'll just stitch this wound up for you. Keep it clean as possible"
*Very carefully, he gently ran a hand across Falcon's chest as he prepared a suture kit with the other.*
"You owe me nothing Douglas, but your friendship. That is all I have ever needed from you."