"Let that soak all into your skin and don't put your shirt back on until it's decently dried. I'll make sure no cheeky lasses try to turn your stomach into washboard again."

She caps the jar of salve and wipes away the excess on her fingers, happy that they also cooled down the slight burns from the tea on her finger tips. Taking a seat to enjoy her own tea, she grins across the table at him.

"So, it'll be my turn to make you a worthy sword then?"