It took her a while to finish cleaning his left hand before taking a long sip of her cooling tea, and taking a breath along with it. She needed to be needed and this was her form of therapy, watching skin clean and heal from its damage. It made her feel human again.
Peggy looked up at him as she rinsed her cloth again, debating whether to change the water from the dirt. She settled on one more rinse and then change the water over. Her eyebrow quirked at his comment, "Shrapnel in your chest used to kill you, in my day. It was always either that or infection." Peggy muttered and cleaned his arm, getting up to the larger gash she knew needed attention.