"You know vhat I vas doing," he said quietly, "I vas... cutting myself... for euhh... personal reasons."
James took hold of one of Henri's hands again. He turned it over and looked at his wrist slashed from the dagger. He stroked one of the deeper cuts.
"Ahhh," Henri moaned. The tears were still coming. "Arrêt. Arrêt-toi James, s'il tu plaît. Oh, please stop!"
"Why? You did this to yourself," James said meanly.
"You brought this pain upon yourself, Henri." said Moses. "But James, stop."
James stepped away from Henri who growled at him beneath his breath.
"I simply wonder why you hurt your own body." Sarah said, watching him.
"And how you had the guts to do it, too." James shuddered at the thought.
"It iz eazier knowing my emotional pain will lessen with physical pain being greater," Henri told them in a very low voice.
"I-I never thought of that," stuttered James.
"Nonsense! You just hurt yourself more!" argued Sarah.
"Before we go on let's get Henri into some clothes," Moses told them.
"I agree. James, why don't you go and get his clothes? I'll find a bow for his hair," said Sarah.
"Leave my 'air alone," Henri ordered her.
"All, all right," stammered Sarah warily as James left.
"Leave ME alone. Thiz doesn't concern you," Henri told them.
"But you're hurt," said Sarah.
"We just want to help you, Henri," added Moses.
"I don't vant your 'elp," muttered Henri.
"Yeah you do. You just don't want to admit it," argued James as he walked back in. "Here are your clothes."
Henri took his clothes. "May I dress in private?" he asked quietly.
"We can't let you out of our sight," said Moses. "How about this? Sarah and I will leave. James, do you mind staying?" he asked.
"No problem. I'll watch him like a hawk," laughed James.
Henri glowered at James as the other two walked out. James turned to Henri waiting for him to get dressed. Henri blushed deeply. He couldn't do this...