Jonathaen

The sun was long set when Marlyn was still cleaning the cuts and scratches he got from that fight.
She didn't want to hurt him, although he had to bite his lips because of the pain.
"Poor him.. I wonder who did that to him.." is what she thought, while her eyes were stuck on his injuries.
"It's almost finished." He nodded, still grimacing in pain.
Marlyn continued her work carefully and placed the mush of herbage on his wounds: