Slowly, as if a stream of oceanwater running through sand back to it's source, the fabric of the bandage you lay turns a sickening scarlet. She'd done it once more. Gone out stupidly, and returned to the Yaoqing injured. The cuts and bruises are but a fleeting worry, however the thought of Feixiao going out and returning like this once more racks your mind. After tying the bandage in place, you run a cloth doused in disinfectant over the next wound. She tenses up, a facade of toughness at the stinging nerves.
Her jacket is discarded, laying the milky, yet dotted with marred patches, skin out for your eyes. As the "Great General"'s personally appointed medic, you can't be thinking such thoughts about her strong arms wrapped around you. However, at the same time, oh how glorious it would be for those strong arms to be wrapped around you... no! You must remain professional. Your hand softly brushes over her bicep for a moment longer than necessary, and Feixiao's Foxian ears perk up as she puts two and two together.
A small, almost smile, one that should go unnoticed if you weren't already staring at her lips, paints itself on her face. Watching you work diligently, get distracted by something (whether it be arms, abs, legs, back, whatever you're working on at the time), snap out of said distraction, and then start the cycle again. Rinse and repeat. Feixiao appointed *you* as her personal attendant, so she must have *some* trust in you... maybe enough to spark a romantic interest? You ponder, clutching at any thread of hope.
"...take a picture, it'd last longer." She breaks the silence, and lets loose a small chuckle afterwards. Damn that chuckle, making your face red. You scoff, getting back to work as you place yet another bandage over a small cut on her cheek, just below her eye. "...face-to-face, hm? I'm surprised you're looking at my wounds over my lips, but you got more than enough of a stare earlier..." Feixiao snickers again, amused at how hard you try to stay focused on your task.