Ann continued to sort out his cut, concentrating hard on it so that she didn't notice his breaths, his eyes watching her, his pout. All she did was look at his mouth, the blood on his lip and if she was doing a good job. Do not look at him until you're done. And she didn't. With a satisfied smile she took the cloth away and stepped backwards. "There. Good as new! Until you fight again and I'm not patching you up that time!"