Sorry, Martin. No arguing with Algric on this one. He is very gentle cleaning Martin's wound, though, his movements slow enough that Martin could tell him to stop if he prefers. (Long experience dealing with skittish Jons by now.)

It's kind of nice being able to do this for himself? It really is brotherly, isn't it. What a thought that is...

"R-right. I - we - I thought that once I got tall enough, or old enough, I'd be strong enough. Good enough." A faint laugh. "She's good at making you feel like you're eight again."