"It wasn't anything rusty, though, was it?" Sam asked, not quite satisfied with Shannon's explanation. He'd had enough scrapes over his lifetime to know the importance of fighting off infection. Especially in a place like this.
Sam caught her glance at the bottle and nodded. "Right."
He knew he should probably let of of her hand, that she was saying it was fine and that holding onto the softness of it would quickly seem strange and out of place, but he held onto it for a moment longer anyway. "It shouldn't scar too badly."