She noticed the way he looked away and the humiliated look on his face and felt ashamed at herself. "I am sorry, I wanted to see the damage. I promise, I only worry for the pain you've been in. This sort of thing doesn't change the fact you're still one of the most handsome men in England."She offered a small smile, hoping to cheer him up even a tiny bit and that he wouldn't think she was just saying it for his feelings.

She gave him a sort of lecturing click of her tongue. "That doesn't make it hurt any less just because you caused some of it. At least it means I don't need to be angry at as many people for doing it to you." She carefully applied the salve and in some places simply took some water and soap to clean it up before she could really dress the injury.

"At least you were able to return home on your own two feet. i am glad you are mostly alright, that is what I care about most of all. " She silently wanted to ask him if she had to worry that it won't always be this way. She studied the large scar along his shoulders but kept her mouth tightly shut. "I wish I could do something for the bruising, I am sorry about that." She rest the cloth, cold from water, gently on the largest bruise. "If it looks worse, you will go to a doctor, won't you? I will even ask one from york to come help you if you want."