He reached for the salve and gauze he kept with him. The last hunting trip he had gone on nearly resulted in more than just a few scrapes. With his teeth, he tore off a piece and slipped the rest back into the pouch.

"I'll be fine. It's just a scrape." It was a sad memory and one that he felt a million times responsible for over the course of the six months that Genesis had suffered.

"Were you...I'll take care of it." He wanted to ask and then retracted.

She might have mentioned her past to him at the fireworks the first night they met, but his mind wasn't able to process what had happened. It was rough just thinking about it.