She swallowed around the lump in her throat when he agreed with her, still feeling as if she was treading on thin ice but immensely relieved that they seemed on their way back to the way things were for. But they weren't really going back; they were going forward. She was committed to the first of many undoubtedly painful steps to ensure that her family couldn't pry them apart.

She'd been keeping her worry about his hand in check throughout their argument, but now she looked at the bleeding and swelling with open concern. Very gently laying her hand on his wrist, she tried to urge him in the direction of the sink. "You should rinse the wound," she said softly, sensing his hesitation to her touch. "I'll get the iodine and tweezers." She managed a small smile and then walked towards the bathroom, returning a few moments later with the medical supplies.