[He answers her with his own noncommittal sound, and he's aware of the heat simmering under his skin, not just from the contact but from something else. Something he distantly recognizes as jealousy and possessiveness, as anger than some one had hurt something of his. He slides a little closer to her, kinetically grabbing the first aid box - a well stocked tool box, really - and lifting it over to bandage the bite and finish cleaning it.]
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