Emily

Jack, wait! Here.

I bound his hand with my white handkerchief.

Jack

What's this?

Emily

It's only temporary, so promise me that you'll see yourself to the infirmary, all right?

I strengthened the knot at the top, but not too tight so as to irritate his injuries.

It did look a touch unsightly, but it was better than nothing to prevent all those scratches from getting worse.

Jack seemed to think it more than unslightly; he observed it with the all the disdain of an object too foreign to comprehend.

Those scarlet eyes of his squinted in scrutiny.

Jack

...Heh. You've lived a charmed life. They ain't so wuss off that a li'l' dressin'll mike a difference.

Or is this jest guilt frum earlier? Sh'd 'ope not.

Emily

It isn't like that.

I can't ignore something like this. If it's between taking action or doing nothing at all, then I choose action.

Jack

So it's a charmed life for a charming gel, is it?

Emily

Don't make fun of me.

Why did you let your injuries get this bad in the first place? You ought to take more care of yourself.