She hopes her examination of her body was as enjoyable as this is to her. There's something sweet about him focusing on just her hand, looking it over front and back.

"It did. I thought I was going to pass out." The bleeding alone was enough to make her want to slump to floor. Who would have thought a splinter--even a large one--could make such a giant stain on the leg of her breeches? Of course, that meant she was a touch too mortified to tell anyone about it, and so the clean up and care was left to her. Not fun.