Hideaway Strath Right before I close my eyes

She watched him with a natural, predatory gaze. But only to make sure he was ok.
Assessing his injuries. He was stiff, but could bear weight. Shuffling to not pull on his scabs.

He settled down in the snow before she could start ripping him apart again. He knew she was keen to look, already sniffing for infection. He stretched his nose out for the lavender, nipping it in his teeth to bring it close.
Inhaling it deeply as she eased the scabbing from his shoulder. 

He winced as she touched a particularly sensitive part, teeth gritting against the pain.
He turned his gaze to her, face slightly scrunched, looking for her reaction to his wound.
To know if he was about to die or not. He felt well, but that's how sickness starts.
The question held in his eyes as his face relaxed. Letting her work.