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[Kayla]

For her grandfather to just say something like that truly meant that he trusted her and all her hard work and being the good person she is was paying off. Her thoughts were jumbled at the moment until Cursico had muttered something she could not quite catch. He asked her if she was alright and stepped beside her. The question might not have fully gotten her to pay attention to him, but when he stepped up beside her that was when she blinked and wiped her eyes before turning her head towards him. She nodded, ”Yeah,” she reassured him then, sniffing once before she looked away again towards the living room.
The couch! She gasped suddenly as she realized they were lucky that her grandfather did not see the couch. To make sure she did not just scare Cursico with her sudden gasp, she spoke to him. ”I forgot about the couch, we’re lucky he didn’t see that.” She went over to a drawer in the kitchen that was used to place spare things in or other useful things. Taking out a sewing needle and the closed color thread she could find, Kayla made her way over to the couch to make a quick fix. She stuffed the filling contents back insde and tried to get it as even as possible before fixing the needle and thread to start mending the tare.
”There,” she said as she finished with a small triumphant grin on her face. Her work was not bad and hopefully it would do. Making her way back to the same drawer she put the needle and spool of thread back. She shut it so it did not slam and turned back around to find Cursico. ”What should we do now? There is still some time left if you want to sleep in.” Kayla yawned after that, using her hand to cover her mouth to be polite. Clearly she probably needed the few hours she could get since the fiasco with the man that ‘attacked’ her and then dealing with Cursico- not that she didn’t mind that too much. Then she remembered the bite on her neck.
”On second thought, do you think you could help me with the bite on my neck?” Trying to take care of it herself would be rather hard even if she used a mirror to help her. To clean it she could use hydrogen peroxide and then perhaps put a type of healing cream on it and then depending on how big the bite was (she did not know since she could not really see it) then either gauze and medical tape or a type of Band-Aid would have to be used. If she could get Cursico to perhaps help her with making sure she cleaned it well and patched it up right, then hopefully it would heal well and not get the dreaded infection that could happen.

[Cursico!]

Cursico ran a hand through his hair, smoothing most of it out from his eyes. As well as he could cope with his other senses, he was finding his eyes were more useful than they used to be, facial expressions had been overruled by heartbeat before- a crude method of determining a person’s mood. It still baffled him why any of it should matter, but maybe it was the lack of reason that made everything fine.
At mention of a previous... ‘Temper tantrum’ he smiled nervously. He’d felt bad about it before, and a second dose was no less bitter. If he had money... well, a hypothetical question like that didn’t matter, he was a slave, unless he stole it, he’d never get it. For some reason, he suspected Kayla wouldn’t like to take stolen money, even if it was from a nasty Master. Turned out she had the methods to fix it anyway.
The wolf watched as Kayla deftly fixed the wound in the sofa, getting damn close to becoming fascinated by it. He’d never actually seen someone sew before; it wasn’t something that tended to happen around the slave even with his tendency to tear up clothes. Watching his wrongs ‘heal’ in a sense gave him another idea, and leaving the sitting room he snuck back upstairs to return the stolen items from his pockets.
That’ll do, I didn’t damage anything, good as new. He thought soberly, while feeling it wasn’t at all so easy. In a flash, he dashed back down the stairs and entered the kitchen as Kayla entered. Cursico slipped his hands into the now empty pockets, and wondered if he could even sleep if someone gave him a tranquiliser; it had been a hectic day, and unlike a human it didn’t make him tired, it just made his nervous system kick into overdrive.

”On second thought, do you think you could help me with the bite on my neck?”

Cursico eagerly nodded, still in the peculiar mood where he was willing to make amends. “Sure!...” Then he realised he had no idea what she meant by helping with a bite; he had never seen someone sew, and he had never had medical care. “Urr, what do you want me to do?” He asked, shuffling slightly.

[Kayla]

This was a new side to Cursico indeed. He was willing to help her with the bite that he happened to in fact, cause. Sighing, she moved towards the stairs to make her way up to the bathroom. She motioned with her hand for Cursico to follow her since a good portion of medical or first aide stuff was upstairs. The bathroom door stayed open as she walked through and paused once she stepped inside. She glanced around, an eyebrow raised before shaking her head and looking into the cabinet under the sink. Hydrogen peroxide in a brown bottle, a cotton ball, Neosporin, and a large band aide that would hopefully work were gathered up and placed on the countertop. Taking the band aide, she flipped it over to view the size of the pad. She called Cursico over softly, moving her hair away from the back of her neck.
“Do you think the white pad would cover the bite marks?” She held the band aide so that he judge the size of the two things. Yawning again, her eyes closed briefly as she waited a bit. Putting the band aide back down after a bit, she took the cotton ball into her palm and unscrewed the cap of the brown bottle. Putting a generous amount of it on the cotton ball so that it was clearly pretty damp, she held it out to Cursico with one hand while her other made sure her hair was out of the way. ”Could you just wipe and maybe dap that over the bite please,” she asked of him a bit shyly. She moved her neck then, barring it to him so he could gain better access to it- the bite.
The sudden memory of Cursico’s cold, wet, nose on her belly made her giggle softly of the show of his slightly more playful nature. Then the flashback of his hug and although it was tight and she was supposed to comforting him in that moment back then, she felt safe and warm in those strong arms of his. A blush warmed her neck and face as she wondered why the whole situation had changed so quickly by the switches back and forth between dominating and subordination from either one of them. Trying to dismiss the thoughts from her, she took in a breath to brace herself from the sting that the peroxide on the bite wound would produce.