Blood
Octavia was just finishing her braids, when the door opened and Lincoln walked in, a damp cloth pressed to his face. She spotted the blood on his hands. "What happened?" She asked, startled as she approached the man.
"It's fine. It's not broken. Just a mis-step during training. Your brother didn't mean it." He said, as Octavia nudged him to sit in a chair.
"Let me see." She murmured as her hands touched his wrists, to move the cloth away from his face. She winced in sympathy. "Ouch." She murmured, moving over she grabbed a rag and a bottle of water.
Wetting the cloth she stood in front of him and wiped the blood. She saw the pain flicker lightly through his eyes. "You sure it was an accident?" She asked quietly, looking at her lover.
Lincoln raised an eyebrow, "Yes, why do you think your brother would hit me?" He asked, him and Bellamy had been getting along for the last few months since the return from Mount Weather.
"Because, no matter what, you are still dating his little sister, and he's over protective." She chuckled, as she finished up, squeezing his hand. "Gonna have a nice bruise, it's already swollen." She said as she cleaned up and went to finish her braids.
He shrugged, "Won't be the first and won't be the last." He stood up, and went to the small closet to change clothes for the day.