"I- No, I dont need stitches." She cleared her throat and did her best to put on a calm facade. "Its not as bad as it looks, I can just get home and bandage it." She pulled both of her hands back, clasping them tightly. "Uhm, thanks, though, really." She turned and made to walk away.

Rome and Ethan exchanged a glance. Ethan moved his hands when she took them away, trying not to hurt her. He looked at his blood covered hands, an eye twitched. Rome followed her and touched a shoulder, Ethan stood there watching. "Please, let me help. Sutures aren't that bad. I promise." Rome said calmly.

"Er-" She paused,looking over her shoulder at Rome, then at Ethan. She stood there for a long few moments. "Okay." She said softly, sounding almost defeated. She stared right at Ethan when she said it and turned, sighing while she gave Rome her hand.

Rome shook her head. "You need to clean it, you're in a barn for heavens sake. Come to our cabin, I have alcohol there." She put a finger to her lips and, while touching Asta's elbow, walked back toward the barn door. "Put pressure on it."

Ethan walked over to the kids and told the older ones to put the horses away for now. "Why do you have blood on your hands? Did you get hurt?" One of them asked. "Shush. Its not my blood. Just put them in their stalls with some water." He said in a more commanding tone and still trying not to tell the whole barn.

She followed Rome, looking semi meek as she walked. (Pologies for shortness)

Rome narrowed her eyes. "I'm not killing your puppies. I'll be fast." She said, trying to lighten the mood as they exited the barn. Ethan followed shortly, rubbing his hands off on the grass before it dried on him. How he'd managed to keep a straight face while staring at her wound? He had no idea.

She grumbled something along the lines of 'sure feels like you are' as she walked. She didnt seem concerned about the wound, just the stitches. She kept pressure to it like she was supposed to. She glanced back at Ethan with a 'why-did-you-have-to-tell-her' look as she walked toward her imminent healing.

Rome gently hit the back of her head. Like a mom. "You look like you're about to whine." She wasn't looking at Asta as she spoke. Quickly they were at her and Ethan's cabin. She trotted forward, her door wide open because it could be. She opened a drawer with some form of alcohol. Ethan walked over as Rome moved her hand to pour the liquid on it with no warning, he cringed a little. Good old no-warning-Rome.

She waited calmly while the alcohol sizzled over her skin, cleaning the dirt out. She barely winced as she she watched her wound for a moment, before looking up and catching Ethan's gaze for a second longer than was strictly nescessary. She pulled her eyes away and stared vacantly out the window.

Ethan stared at her face, back and forth at her hand with some kind of horrified and confused expression as he approached, stepping into the doorway, hands on the doorframe. Rome didn't seem very bothered by it. "You're not even flinching what the hell-" Rome glanced up, smiled a little and walked off.