Swiftcurrent Creek Lick your wounds

It seemed Arric turned a little quiet while she was working on his body. She could imagine that the paste would sting a little. But she had seen how he had been looking at the poppy seeds. "What's wrong with the poppy seeds?," she asked. If he took offense or would get sick from it then she should look into other options for him.

Arlette watched him cool himself on the ice. At least with the fresh snow and cold infection might be kept at bay. Then it would be a speedy recovery from there. Arlette stepped closer to him when he looked a little put out and upset with her orders. "I know you don't like it," she started with a soft whine and pressed a little kiss to the top of his head. "...But I kind of want you in good shape," she muttered.