Jai'un moved forward, taking the tunic and removing it from him, but her hands, now cold, gently graced over the warmth of his skin, and the sensation sent a tingling throughout her body, and caused her to gasp and pause in mid- tunic pull, before her mind came back to her and she focused on the task at hand, and slipped the tunic off the rest of his way. With his shirt removed, her eyes studied his body, and the blood and wounds he sustained with a frown.
"They would have killed you,"s he spoke, reaching out to ghost her hand over one of the larger gashes, and in doing so, studying the scars that also dotted his skin. This man was familiar with battle, that was for sure.