Big Salmon Lake He called my name and my heart stood still

Her intense gunmetal gaze scrutinized the water as it dripped from the drenched northerner's pelt and the rippling musculature beneath.  She found her way to the puckered, taut flesh of his shoulder — for what it was, it looked like it would heal well.

What a gentleman.  The words were dry, but the undamaged portion of her lips quirked up in the same lopsided grin.  Glad to hear you're doing well.

She licked over the stinging wound on her lip again.  It's fine.  Facial wounds always bled more, seemed more serious than they ever were.  Your shoulder looks good.