"I don't remember it exactly happening that way," Chase laughed almost sheepishly, but he was glad that she was at least considering having Cecilia look at it now. Hopefully it wasn't something that would slow her down if they had anything physical happen tomorrow.
For their punishments.
Chase's smile faded a little at the thought of that as he shifted closer, sat sideways, and leaned look at her ankle. A warm flush crept over his cheeks as he inspected, not 100% certain what he was looking for, but able to pick out the sore spot among the rest of the pretty skin. At her ankle, despite the fact that his gaze wandered up her calf, and nearly slammed back into place once he realized.
He was glad for the question as he began to unravel the gauze, knowing that next he was probably going to have to touch her leg next. He could do that without his mind wandering too far. "He....seems nice. I mean, we found the key and everything, and he didn't slow us down." Damon also hadn't judged him when he made an ass of himself, which was a bonus. "Is...is it okay to move your leg a little? It would probably be easier if we prop it up on my knee."