[He was just about to slide the blade underneath the fabric when she stops him, and he draws the dagger away from his leg.]
I was cutting the bandage. [But he makes no motion to try again, instead just returns the blade to its sheathe as her hands, much thinner than his and even less calloused, masterfully undo the tight knot made with the linen. He stretches his leg out and turns it just enough so that the wound is more visible. It doesn't look as terrible as it did before, but there is still a darkened shade in the skin around it, and a thick paste of clogged blood that formed in the meantime, staining the bandage and his ripped pants alike. The blood he is sure is there because he had been walking around recently, but the shade of his skin he's not so sure he will ever get rid of.]
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I was cutting the bandage. [But he makes no motion to try again, instead just returns the blade to its sheathe as her hands, much thinner than his and even less calloused, masterfully undo the tight knot made with the linen. He stretches his leg out and turns it just enough so that the wound is more visible. It doesn't look as terrible as it did before, but there is still a darkened shade in the skin around it, and a thick paste of clogged blood that formed in the meantime, staining the bandage and his ripped pants alike. The blood he is sure is there because he had been walking around recently, but the shade of his skin he's not so sure he will ever get rid of.]