She's not even paying attention to it. She's just ignoring what both of them are saying at this point.

Ash lunged for Edgebriar. The Thornguard saw him coming and at the last second went for his sword, too late. Ash stepped within his guard and plunged the blade through his chest, so hard that it erupted out the knights back. Edgebriar staggered and fell away, hitting the water with a loud splash. He stared at the blood on his chest, than gazed up at them, his eyes blank and confused. "You don't understand," he gurgled, as Ash looked down on him sadly. "We were going to become...like them. Rowan...promised us. He promised..." Then his eyes rolled up in his head, and thorny creepers slithered over his body, hiding him from view.

Isiea glares down at him for a few moments. Then she wipes away the blood from the small cut and turns to Ash.

Ash glanced once more at the thornbush, at the iron ring dangling from a twig, and shuddered. "Come here," he sighed, motioning her to a large rock. "Sit down. Let me see your face."

She sits and moves her hair away from her face.

The cut wasn't deep, more of a puncture wound than a gash. Ash knelt and studied it, then tore a strip from his sleeve and dunked it in a nearby puddle. He raised it to her cheek

"You're not going to have a shirt at all by the time this is all over." She sighs, rolling her eye.

He shook his head, and a corner of his lip twitched. "I haven't even touched it yet. Now hold still."

He lifted the rag and he took a quiet breath and very carefully pressed the cloth to her cheek.

If it hurts, she doesn't say so. Then again, she never says when she's in pain, so it's not very suprising.

Though his expression was closed and businesslike, his fingers were gentle.