Dark eyes smiled at him as she slipped gracefully next to him on the sofa. She gently brushed a bit of dark hair from his forehead before lightly pressing her lips to his temple. She loved touching him though she had no interest in hurting him further.

A soft hum pulled pleasantly from her chest as she moved so her dark eyes met his stormy gray ones. "What hurts the most?" She asked in a warm tone. Pain and injury was a common enough occurrence that Justine wasn't worried. She knew he'd live which was more than others could say.

Justine would address his most pain wounds first or she could lightly pamper him with affection. It was whatever Thomas preferred since, for today, he was her patient.