05-12-2022, 12:13 PM
(This post was last modified: 05-12-2022, 12:14 PM by Ruth Longbottom.)
As she took the cloth, her eyes fell on his ungloved hands and the scars and she suppressed a gasp. She had heard that PC Crane had been burnt as a child, but she had never seen the scars. She only realized now that she had never seen him without gloves before.
She put the cloth to the side of her face, grimacing as the cold hit the bruised skin, but then she relaxed. She looked away when he asked questions.
Luckily, he suddenly realized his state. She turned her eyes back on him and smirked a little. Ouch. She stopped. "I've got two bairns, Mr. Crane. I've seen more of men than their nightclothes." She doubted he had seen even as much of women.
She put the cloth to the side of her face, grimacing as the cold hit the bruised skin, but then she relaxed. She looked away when he asked questions.
Luckily, he suddenly realized his state. She turned her eyes back on him and smirked a little. Ouch. She stopped. "I've got two bairns, Mr. Crane. I've seen more of men than their nightclothes." She doubted he had seen even as much of women.
