“You idiot.” Weiss sighed. “Come on, sit up. We need to change your bandages.”
Ruby tried not to blush. “Um… Weiss, my bandages are kind of, you know, around my, uh, stomach and… uh… chest.”
“Ruby, I was there when they put those bandages on you. I know exactly where they are.” The heiress scowled, her mouth firmed into a thin line of displeasure. “And if you think for one second that I’m going to let someone else change those bandages, then you have another thing coming. You got hurt protecting me, so I’m going to look after you while you recover. Understand?” Her voice brooked no disobedience.
“Yes, ma’am.” Ruby tried to give Weiss a jaunty salute and immediately regretted it. “Ouch. I probably shouldn’t have done that.”
“No, you shouldn’t have.” Weiss rolled her eyes. Honestly, Ruby could be such a dolt. But she was her dolt.