[ For all her labors not to stare him in the crotch, There It Was, starting at her first. ]
[ Forcing herself to be professional, she turns her gaze up to the actually-aggrieved parts. A butt is just a butt, she reminds herself. No matter how cute and round it is. Plus, she sees quite a lot of genuinely pained and angry skin, and she worries oiling it up is a poor replacement for salve or potions. Her fingertips brush across the tender skin, and she focuses laser-precise on the wounds and not his nudity. This isn't sexual. This is medicine. ]
Yes, it does look rather worse... is there truly no alternative to wear whilst this skin heals?
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[ Forcing herself to be professional, she turns her gaze up to the actually-aggrieved parts. A butt is just a butt, she reminds herself. No matter how cute and round it is. Plus, she sees quite a lot of genuinely pained and angry skin, and she worries oiling it up is a poor replacement for salve or potions. Her fingertips brush across the tender skin, and she focuses laser-precise on the wounds and not his nudity. This isn't sexual. This is medicine. ]
Yes, it does look rather worse... is there truly no alternative to wear whilst this skin heals?