"Probably should." He said, "Your shoulder, too." He shrugged, fingers sliding back down her thigh again, "Should probably do that before anything else." Not that he made any move to get to the first aid kit just yet, because he was comfortable, and really it wouldn't do much damage to leave the wet ones on a while longer, it was actually kind of soothing at the moment, cool against the torn skin.

His fingers traced along her flank still, half-idle, looping patterns, apparently in no hurry even despite knowing that they really didn't have all day to dawdle.