But it's not that bad-- [ She quiets down and goes completely still when he examines her cut, because as careful as he is being she doesn't want to move to quickly and scree herself over in the process.

She's about to say something else, but then he's off and running to get the first aid kit. She sighs and waits like she's told, forcing another smile when he returns. She takes the old towel off of her arm and just sort of tosses it into the tub for the time being, quickly taking the fresh one from him to replace it. ]

Thanks, Polly! You're a life saver! [ She eyes the first aid kit, though, something dawning on her suddenly. ] ...We... we aren't going to use rubbing alcohol, are we?