[i]My hero[/i], he thought to himself as Camilla hauled and threatened him back to their room and onto the bed. He felt like he was more fine by every passing moment, but he also felt the weight of the day on him and when she pressed her hand to his chest again, he didn't have the energy to disobey even if he wanted to. And he found he didn't want to. 

He wasn't used to someone dressing and washing his wounds. Doctors and battlefield physicians had before, but it was few and far between and generally he felt he could do just as well without the leeches. He was very glad Camilla did not have any here. Her hands were gentle and firm, and he lay his head back as she worked, though he didn't take his eyes off of her. 

The sergeant grinned at her comment. "If we're not careful, we'll lose all of that money we got from the mountains." he said, then winced when she pressed onto a sore spot. He groaned a bit, but tried to stifle it down. She was just doing what a true friend and companion would. "You still look like a pirate queen, though. The tear adds to it." He chuckled, and then coughed at the sudden stabbing of pain from his cut. It was better, but stung greatly. 

"Camilla..." he began, and reached for her hand. He was too tired to be tactful, and he knew it. But like the bull-headed Ostlander he was, he continued with a smile. "you drive me crazy sometimes, but I'm glad we're together. I never..." he swallowed. He couldn't finish his next thought, and so he kissed her hand. "Thank you." 
[@Penny]