"You and me both know there's times you can't just stop what you're doing to play doctors and nurses. Mores the pity."

After all, how often are they hurt while defending friends, or those unable to fight for themselves? How often do they put their own needs aside for others? In Charles' case, every day. For Jacob, maybe less often, but if he's hurt it's because there are a few big bastards who want to see him hurt, if not dead, and giving them a taste of their own medicine is more pressing than finding bandages.

"Besides, it was just a scratch really. You're the one who ingested most of that plant." And his expression becomes more tender, fingers moving to brush Charles' hair back. "You have to be careful with yourself. It goes both ways."