His eyes never stopped watching her. She tried to ignore his gaze. Ignore the heat that blossomed in her belly. But it was hard. Even as she concentrated on the task at hand. Thankfully, her stitches held and by the time she finished, the flow of blood had stopped.
“Ye did good, lass.”
With a small smile playing on her lips, she began to wrap his arm in clean linen. “Ye may no’ thank me once ye see the scar left behind.”
He chuckled. “It will join all my others.”
She frowned at that. For some unkenned reason, the thought of him having so many scars bothered her. Though it shouldn’t.
He was a fierce warrior. Had fought alongside his family, just as her own brother, Alpin, had with hers. If she were to guess, she wascertain they could compare battle scars and come out even.
“Ye should probably rest. Ye lost a large amount of blood.”
Errol sat up in the bed, picked up the skin of ale she’d placed there, and took a long swallow. Gingerly, he rotated his shoulder, testing the limits of how much movement he still had.
Other than dealing with the pain of the cut, he still had full use of his arm. The wound wasn’t near enough his shoulder to cause issue there.
Outside, the birds had ceased their singsong. It was getting later in the day. She assumed they were hiding in their nests to wait until the morn. She looked warily at the door. She’d bolted it shut, but if someone had wanted to enter, they wouldn’t have much of a problem. The bothy provided shelter. But it was old. Weathered.
“Dinnae fash. We are safe.”
Moira studied Errol’s face. “How can ye be sure?”
“The men that ambushed us were working alone. More than likely they heard us speak of what we were doing at the pub last eve.”
That made sense.
“They wouldnae have told many more people. The more people, the smaller the cut.”
She worried her bottom lip as she thought about the different things that could happen to them. “What if someone realizes they are missing and comes looking for them?”
Errol shook his head. “Nay. I dinnae see that happening. This is the safest place for us tonight. In the morn, we can finish our journey to the next stop.”
Looking around she kenned he was right. It didn’t make sense to travel this late in the day.
Her stomach growled, echoing in the empty cabin.
“I’m sorry,” she said as she laid her palm on her stomach. “I fear the meal we ate at the inn this morn is long gone.”
“Are ye for certs ’tis just hunger and no’ the same affliction thathas dropped the others?”
“Aye. I feel fine.”
Errol pushed off the bed and stood beside her.
In doing so she was reminded of just how very tall he was. He towered over her slight frame, and she had to crane her neck to look up and meet his eyes. Eyes that watched her softly. He lifted his hand as if he was going to touch her face, but he paused mid-air. For a few moments his hand hovered there before he masked his expression and dropped it to his side.
She took a deep breath. For the briefest of moments, she wondered what it would feel like for Errol to caress her cheek. What was she thinking?
“Ye shouldnae be standing.” She said to focus her thoughts on something else other than the handsome warrior standing afore her. Placing her palms on his chest she gave him a gentle nudge toward the bed. He didn’t budge, but heat warmed her palms, moving up her arms to stain her cheeks with a blush, she was certain of it.
She snapped her hands back as if she were burned.
His face softened again, but his eyes burned into her. Had he felt that same heat?
Then he looked away and whatever had passed betwixt them was gone.
Moving around her, he picked up his sword, and tucked his dagger into his boot.
