She could practically see him stamping it down with all the force in his body and it was nearly painful to witness. Again, he tried to push at something she sorely wished he would leave alone but her own metaphor returned. Wolf. Biting down on things. Hardheadedness. Talk about coming back around to bite her in the ass. The sight of blood on his clothing snapped her back to attention and she sighed loudly, half on purpose.

"You can have your answer if I can wrap your arm. Do you have bandages and cloth in here or do I need to go and get mine? And maybe don't argue with me, Roland, this is a very fair trade and it'll look a mess if you do it on your own. Also, I might have to kick your ass if you get an infection over such a silly wound."

One that still made her fret internally but she was long accustomed to hiding that sort of thing.