Nojan gave her a small smile. “I’m fine, angel. Just a minor incident.”
She padded closer and took his injured hand in her own. “A burn,” she said, her eyes widening at his reddening skin.
“It’s nothing,” he said, gently extracting his hand from hers. “Don’t worry your pretty little head about it.” Nojan bent to retrieve the first aid kit from a nearby cabinet. He opened the kit and pulled out a healing salve.
She cocked an eyebrow at him. “Can’t you use your own blood to heal yourself?”
Nojan laughed. “Kind of like cutting off my nose to spite my face, isn’t it? Cutting myself open to heal myself? In any event, this salve will do the trick.”
Mayra shrugged her shoulders, then inhaled heavily. “Something smells good.”
“I’m glad you think so.” Grabbing her shoulders, he steered her to the small table, settling her into one of the chairs. “I hope you brought your appetite.”
As if it had been waiting for acknowledgement, her stomach chose that moment to grumble loudly.
Nojan laughed, a wide grin breaking out over his face. “Sounds like you did.”
