Third Person's POV
Lance felt a stir in his heart. It was rare to see her so gentle.
Looking at the two layers of gauze on his hand, he chuckled, "It's just a scratch, no need for all this fuss." His voice carried a hint of indulgence, an subconscious effort to ease the charged atmosphere.
"Why not?" She looked up, her amber eyes wide and shimmering like flickering flames in the candlelight.
"This kind of wound can get infected and pus-filled if not treated properly. I've been through it. Let me show you my scar," she said, extending her hand to reveal a half-finger-long scar on her wrist, now faintly pink.
"It was infected once. My wolf healing kicked in, but it left this mark. Your hands are so nice. It'd be a pity if you got a scar... Well, you'd still look good," she added, traili
