"Chair." She points accusingly at the inanimate object that has offended her, a small bruise forming on her forehead.
Olivier nods his thanks and cleans her knee. "We'll salve this when we get home." He wets a cloth in the cool water and makes a compress for her head. He kisses her hair and sings to her in his native tongue, rocking her gently.
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Date: 2016-08-03 10:19 pm (UTC)Olivier nods his thanks and cleans her knee. "We'll salve this when we get home." He wets a cloth in the cool water and makes a compress for her head. He kisses her hair and sings to her in his native tongue, rocking her gently.