Nettie shrugged as she gave him an almost apologetic glance, "it wasn't much truly, I didn't save anyone or help all that much. I spent most of that time changing bed pans or cleaning diseased sores, and as glamorous as that sounds it was pretty easy so I didn't learn all that much. But I did get better at changing bandages and I could stick you with a needle in a pinch if necessary." She smiled sweetly as she focused on his hands. She truly hoped they didn't scar.

Curiosity grew though she feigned being nonchalant. "What? I can not promise I won't be startled or worried if it is so bad. And after what you've told me... I .. I think you are the type to prefer to handle things yourself. I don't wish to cause you trouble and complicate things with a constable. You have a strength and courage I'm afraid I do not possess." She finished his hands and rolled up the remaining gauze, starting to hope she had enough.

"But I am certain I will handle whatever it is, and it will not stress me out. It will in fact not stress me out because I will know how you are myself, and I have taken care of you myself and not worry that you are out there somewhere on the streets suffering like this with no one to watch over you. Even if you don't need it, it makes things easier, doesn't it?" She said, hoping he'd see it her way and not that she was saying he couldn't handle himself. "I prefer it this way, really."