@tyrantinapetticoat (moved over from this post)
Stunned by his actions, Eleanor flinches but remains speechless. Apart from Mr Scott, no one has ever shown this much tenderness and concern to her– Charles might have, but he would also have lectured her about not trying to appear stronger than she was.
“Thank you.” Eleanor draws her hand back into her lap, awkwardly fumbling for something to say even though the older man looked completely at ease.
“Where did you learn to do this?” she gestures to her hand.
Flint stepped back once he’d released her hand, suddenly aware of the way he’d entered her space in a way that had never really happened before. Their relationship had always remained professional, barely brushing into personal territory when it was relevant to their business transactions, but he had always felt affection for her.
“You don’t spend long in a life where half of your job is fighting without learning how to take care of injuries like that,” he responded easily, dodging the fact that he had actually learned most of his wound treatment skills in the navy.
