He snared from the pain but remained still long enough to let her patch him up but would turn over his shoulder to look at her before looking straight. He wasn't used to any touch then from a gnarled hand . . . This was almost calming to him " . . .Thank you . . ."
His eyes fell to where her and his hands met. At first his told him to pull away . . .but something inside of him told him to just enjoy this kind touch. He lightly squeezed her hand and looked straight, just enjoying the moment.