Elise Don's injured ankle was already exposed, a section of snow-white skin, along with her snow-white foot and light pink healthy nails, surprisingly free of any polish.
She took the towel and pressed it onto the injured area, but because her movements were somewhat careless, Oliver Bloom lifted the towel back up.
"Wrap it tighter."
He corrected her action and when he applied force, it hurt Elise Don: "Gently, gently, I'm not one of you athletes, I don't have bones of steel."
Oliver slightly relaxed but still managed to fix the towel snugly over her joint.
Elise Don pointed in the direction of the kitchen, "The property provided a first aid kit, not sure if there's any medicine inside."
Oliver followed the direction she pointed, looking in the corner of the cabinet, while Elise Don lay on the back of the sofa, her eyes peeking out, watching the suddenly appearing man intently.
