"Give me a little more time. Just endure the heat period for a bit; I will try to take care of you more." Rowan felt that he had overreacted just now, beating the guy until his face was swollen, so his voice became softer.
He helped Owen up, dusting the dirt off his body: "Next time, don't be so predatory without my permission. Does it hurt?"
Owen's mind was still a bit chaotic. Why did his partner's attitude change so quickly - hitting him one moment and soothing him the next? He took the opportunity to stand up and lean against Rowan.
"A little. You hit too hard. My ribs are about to break."
"My fault. I'll apply medicine for you when we get back."
Rowan took Owen back to the cave, found healing herbs, crushed them, and applied the medicine to the bruises on Owen's face and shoulder.
Owen lowered his eyes to look at his partner, who was intently applying medicine to him. Rowan's fingers felt cool touching his hot skin, and his heart softened.
