Phoenix Maplewood Sure to not be Sure

"Esaro, really I think I'll live." She laughed a bit as he talked of licking her cut. Had the wound been within reach she would have done so herself but it was no big deal. She could always splash up in the river. 

While she had new found feelings for Esaro she had been taught that licking another's face was an intimate gesture, reserved for lovers or mates. It made her nervous as he approached and she scooted back a bit. "I'm okay, you don't have to clean it."