He hissed as she touched cuts and open wounds. Of course, it stung, but he bit his lip. He could be a man about pain, that's how he was always taught to be at least.
Fiyero looked down at the blonde woman fixing up his broken and battered body. "Don't get why you'd be so nice to me now..." He hadn't picked up that this girl was the same one from the Oz Dust. The one that he'd gotten to give everything to him. The one he honestly, just thought was another piece of arm candy, at least back then, back when they were the same age. The same maturity level.
Now? There was a good 4 years difference if not more. He had no idea that the girl before him was the one he'd taken back to his dorm room one too many times and the one who was totally confused by his sudden ability to think. As if thought was not an everyday occurence for any living being, although he did sometimes act back then as though he never did.