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For reasons he couldn't quite put his finger on, her response sounded strange to his ears. Caracal pondered it as Vesper finally stepped into the water. She gasped, presumably at the cold shock of it, but soon sank down so only her head remained above the surface. By the time her eyes sought further guidance from him, he'd figured it out.

But he didn't say anything. Maybe she was simply bad at grammar and had mixed up "get" with "got." It really wasn't that important. Caracal brushed the thought aside and focused on the task at hand. He really didn't know the first thing about how to help her, it was just a strong desire that compelled him. Besides, she was family.

"Is it helping?" he questioned, toeing up to the edge of the water and crouching close to her. "If you want, I can help you clean the cut on your face. How did you get it, anyway? Don't worry, I won't tell anyone."