To distract himself, Jack set to work on the second stage of treating Rose's wound, pouring a bit of the alcohol from the bottle directly onto it. Rose yelped and snapped her mouth shut to stop herself from being loud before letting out a stifled groan of pain through her teeth.

After that, Jack began to wrap her arm, placing one piece of linen folded several times over itself on the affected area, before wrapping around it with another piece, eventually tying both ends of the bandage together in a surgeon's knot to keep the whole thing in place.

After he finished, Jack sat back and admired his work. All things considered, he actually felt pretty good about this, despite how simple it was to do. He'd spent so much of his life doing nothing of value that now even doing the simplest things over the past several weeks make him feel like a complete badass. It was nice. Is this what normal people with self-confidence felt like on a regular basis? Because if so, Jack was perfectly ready to be normal at this point.

As he was reflecting on this, Rose leaned over, and without warning, kissed Jack on the cheek, before sitting back and looking at him with a warm smile. Jack reached his hand up to touch the spot. The kiss had been nearly hot enough to burn him, but he wasn't feeling the heat in this moment.

"Thanks, Mister Hero." She said, almost bashfully. Jack couldn't tell if she was putting this on or being genuine, but he was willing to take it at face value.

For the third time in the past sixty seconds, Jack found his heart racing.

"Uh, yeah... don't mention it." He said sheepishly, before starting to pack everything back away into its respective bags.

As he packed everything away, Rose began stripping off her leather armor, setting each piece off to the side as she did so, before finally stripping off her torn and bloodstained outer tunic, leaving her in nothing but the thinly padded linen bodywrap she wore underneath.

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This was the most uncovered Jack had ever seen her, and he tried to focus harder on what he was doing so he wouldn't be staring all creepily at her like some kinda pervert as she got undressed. From his couple glances, he could see pronounced scars raising from her shoulders, chest, and back, some recognizable as slashing wounds from blades. Others, however, he didn't recognize the cause of, and this made his desire to stare all that much worse. The fact that he also had a thing for muscular girls wasn't helping, either. I mean, he had a thing for basically EVERY kind of girl, honestly, but who was really even keeping track at this point?

After a moment however, Rose pulled on a new tunic, hiding them away again, and leaving Jack to wonder what on earth the girl had been through to give her some of those scars.

After the two of them finished prepping for bed, Jack grabbed the oil lantern off the table and brought it down to the floor next to their two bedrolls so it would be easy to extinguish when they finally went to sleep.

After finally laying down and putting his arms behind his head, Jack asked Rose something that had been bothering him for the last hour. "Hey Rose?"

"Yeah?" She said, rolling on her side and propping her head up to make eye contact with him. "What's up?"

"Well, I've been sitting here trying to figure out why you didn't burn me when you grabbed me earlier or hugged me. That's never happened before, and I don't know what changed." He said.

"Oh..." She said, seeming a bit taken aback. "I though you'd had another wish granted or something."