The way she pulled completely away from was something he wasn't use to seeing her do. It was almost as if his hands touching her caused her more pain. She moved towards the medical supplies, something that confused him more than anything, before she started to strip down in front of him. His eyes widened a bit as he could see the bruising all over her body, her knuckles looked like they had been broken at some point the night before.

No words were exchanged as he slowly stood up, and moved over towards her. His hands expertly grasped what she was working on softly as he moved behind her. Slowly, attempting to not cause her anymore pain, he started to apply the bactadpad to the worse spots all over her back, making sure that he moved her tanktop just so he could access the worse bruises.

The anger that was coursing through her was in his mind completely directed at him. The way she had screamed at him was more than enough to cause his mind to start to feel that dread sink back inside of him. His obvious existence had been offensive to her, and now she was trapped with him. Of course the hotel had been a one off experience. He'd caught her off guard, and now she was paying for that. Maybe he should just have forgotten everything he knew about the situation.

No words come from the smuggler as he continued to apply the medication to her body, his eyes held no emotion to them, yet his entire body language pointed at his own self-loathing nature coming to the forefront. He had never had any feeling like this before, but the person in front of him had been hurt, and he was blaming himself for it, not even knowing any of the details about what had happened.