Something melted inside of Noah when she kissed him. He leaned into her touch, not enough to frighten her, but enough to show her that he heard. "Thank you," he whispered brokenly. He reveled in the feel of her hand against his face before kissing her on the forehead.
"Now, let me have a look at that cut," he murmured. He grabbed a washcloth and wet it. He lifted up her shirt and pressed the cloth to the cut to clean it. He had some bandaids in his shaving kit, which was currently scattered all around the room. He looked around and found them on the floor. He grabbed two and some neosporin. He dabbed the ointment onto the cut and covered it with the bandaids. They didn't cover the entire cut, but they covered the worst of it.