She frowned at him, raising one eyebrow as she considered him. “I’m not above complaining. If it was bad, I’d tell you.”
She sighed, looking up at him affectionately before rolling up her sleeve, showing him the cut. It hadn't changed. "See? It's fine. I'll clean it when we get to the next town."
She looked up at him, his horns catching her eye. "What do your horns even do?" she asked, squinting as she reached up and tapped the tip of one lightly. "Can you fight with them?"
He tipped his head back, pulling out of her touch. "Huh? ...They don't do much. Ancient demons used to fight with them."
She flushed in embarrassment, looking sheepish as he pulled out of her touch. "...sorry. They look cool." She patted the top of her head. "I wish I had horns."
She seemed intrigued, but didn't try to touch them again, instead just looking at them. "What are they made of?"