She was happy she still understood him, and she knew how to placate him like a stubborn lion. But he still didn't look up, so Irish couldn't see through his mind. He stopped for a second, putting the ointment on his hands for a few seconds, then applied it to her wound. It moved her that he was warming it before putting it on her skin.
She felt spoiled, and a warm current spread deeply through her heart. She looked at him carefully, and somehow she suddenly choked with a sob and bit her lip.
Her silence attracted his attention, and when he looked up at her, he found that she was biting her lips, so he asked softly, "Does it hurt?"
Actually, it didn't hurt at all because after experiencing such tension, she felt aches all over her body and the pain in the knee was not so obvious.
Of course, Irish wouldn't pretend to be a tough girl at this time, so she loosened her lips and held her breath.
