“Wait,” Kate forestalled them. She carefully took Cain’s injured hand and held it up before her. Blood was still dripping gently from it. “Let me bandage it.”
The former knight opened his mouth to protest.
“Silence,” Kalin’s mother snapped. “Let me do what I can to make amends.” She pulled a long white ribbon from her hair. Cain tried to protest again, but Kate silenced him with a look. Gently, she wrapped the ribbon around the former knight’s injured hand--the fabric instantly soaking up his blood and turning crimson. The ribbon made a perfect bandage, though, and Kate tied it with a skill that only moms and medics have.
“Thank you,” the former knight said softly. “We really must be going now.”