Giving him a gentle smile, Lynne nodded. There was no need for a thank you, but she supposed she could understand why he was saying it. Her eyes closed into a slow blink when he kissed her forehead and her smile faded into a frown when he mentioned having a look at the cut. She was already wincing in anticipation.
Hissing in air again as she let out a tiny, airy grunt of pain, Lynne squeezed her eyes shut as he cleaned and bandaged the cut. On top of the sting of the ointment, there was the pain that felt like a bruise was going to form around and beneath the cut itself that ached when he had pushed the washcloth against it. She only relaxed a moment after he'd pulled away and announced that he was finished. Looking pathetically up at him, she tried to smile. "Yeah, I'm just a big baby," she replied, rolling her eyes at herself. "You want me to get that?" she asked, nodding toward his forehead.