Happy that she had done a good job with bandaging his arm she was glad when had said it felt snug, it meant it would stay on and be good enough to help with the healing. That was her hope anyway because she really wasn’t a doctor and she was sure a professional would do a far better job than she had. It couldn’t be easy for Cas just sitting through it as she bandaged up what she considered a rather nasty wound that her father caused. It had to be painful and the fact he had sat through whilst she bandaged it without so much as a whimper, she had to admire his courage and bravery on this. Remembering her own wound on the leg when she had been caught in a bear trap the pain was unbearable at times, she couldn’t help but whimper or groan in pain when it was touched or walked on so for him to be a trouper through was admirable. 

[color=f49ac2]“I hope it helps, I wish I could offer you some painkillers or anything to ease the pain. It can’t be comfortable. I’ll try to look for some on our journey for you.”[/color] At least when she had the wound, she had access to painkillers because they had been in the Capital and they had access to all the medicine possible. Keeping the smile on her face as her hand touched his chest, she could feel the warmth radiating between them and it was so enticing to her. Being close to him and touching his bare skin made her heart race in a good way and as he leaned forward, she couldn’t help but respond by doing the same. Drawn to him like bees to honey and she didn’t want this feeling to go away.

[color=f49ac2]“Cas.”[/color] Whispering his name against his lips as she felt his lips against her in a tender kiss, she couldn’t help but reciprocate. There was nothing that she wanted more than to just be close to him, feel him and touch him because that was all she had longed for since they had tried to keep a distance. It had only made her want him far more than before. 

If she could melt in his arms she would, her other hand moved to join her other one placed on his chest. Both hands now touching him gently as she moved forward to be closer to him as she felt his arm wrap around her waist. Without noticing as she kissed him her fingers traced circles on his toned chest, careful to not press hard as he was still bruised, and she didn’t want to hurt him. Her touch was soft, gentle as she pulled back from the kiss for some air her heart racing as she enjoyed every moment, she could with him. 

[color=f49ac2]“Does it hurt?”[/color] Whispering in a daze as she glanced down to the bruising on his chest, fingers still tracing circles gently on his skin as she felt intoxicated by him.