He quietly closed the door and went back to see how his guest was doing. Remembering the wound on the man's face, Caleb got some clean towels and warm water before he headed back to the couch.
He gently cleaned the Kai's face before dressing it. He still had some bandages left over from last time he had been wounded; a common occurrence when fishing for prey as dangerous as his.
The visitor's package caught his eye as he was finishing up. Seemingly nothing more than a wadded up tattered old rag, the poor man had nonetheless clutched it as vehemently as if it were the greatest treasure in the land. Even though he was now nearly overcome by curiosity, Caleb would never dare investigate further. When the man woke up he would ask about it; that and a million other questions.
