Isis & Osiris | Hallways (Classroom off the Hallway)
Osiris followed her orders without question. Not that she would have expected him to question anything she said. Almost no one did, expect her mother and sometimes Keket. She watched as he pulled his shirt off, suddenly speechless for a moment. Her eyes moved over his exposed skin, his muscles and tattoos. She didn’t know what to do with the thoughts and feelings the sight brought up in her. Neither of which were supposed to be allowed. As his eyes met her again Isis realized she had no idea exactly what was showing on her face. Taking a quick breath Isis moved to busy herself as he followed her instruction to the chair.
Isis was quiet as she collected the large and surprisingly complete first aid kit. She stopped to check its contents, giving her the added benefit of a few more moments to compose herself again, before she turned back to him. As she rejoined him her eyes met his. She smiled softly as he thanked her.
"You're welcome" she told him as she forced herself to focus only on his wound. Her hands were gentle as she used saline and gauze to clean his wound and surrounding skin. She was quiet as she worked for several long minutes.
"DO you know what this reminds me of?" She asked suddenly, without looking away from her work. She didn’t want for him to answer as she continued speaking. "Do you remember the time you snuck me out of the palace? I wanted to see the dancers in the market. You cut your hand when we were sneaking back in. I cleaned and used one of my mother's best linens to wrap it." She smiled as she reminisced the event. "They caught us when I was wrapping your hand and we got scolded only because I was touching you. They never did realize we had left the palace." Isis glanced up as him as she moved on to dressing both the entrance and exit, at least temporarily.
"We should probably figure out a sling for that arm. It will limit the movement of your shoulder.