Firestone Hot Springs behind closed eyes

"No fever yet," Lane confirmed. She expected that the wound probably looked a whole lot worse than it was, since the hot water had drawn the infection up to the surface. 

He mentioned sharing body heat throughout the night, and Lane's brows raised in surprise. Surely that wasn't necessary..? She barely knew this guy. A teenager through and through, Lane's heartbeat fluttered nervously at the mention of sharing body heat with or sleeping next to any man outside of her own family. She was sure this guy was professional and everything, but like... still. You know. 

"Uh.." Lane felt her face flush as she tried to search for some way out of the situation.

He mentioned removing the scab, which distracted Lane from planning out her escape. 

"Oh I'll get it," Lane piped. It would be much more efficient for her to remove her own scab, since Vein probably would have taken extra lengths to try to be gentle, make sure it wasn't hurting, et cetera et cetera. She began chewing deftly around the edges of the scab, working her way in toward the center until it was completely removed. As she worked, she listed to Vein's mini-lesson on plantain leaves and charcoal. 

Once she was done, she held the affected paw out to Vein in a silent gesture for him to go ahead and do his thing. There was blood, but not nearly as much as when she had pulled the splinter out originally. 

"Nah, pain is fine," Lane assured him. She was no sissy. She'd been walking around on this puncture wound for weeks, after all.