Drake looked up as she pulled her hands away from the water. "I know it stings Lysette, but we need to get the rocks and the dirt out of these cuts." He looked back down at her delicate hands in his large ones as he slowly and tenderly began to wash her hands and pull out the little pebbles that had cut into them. He stole a small glance up at her just in time to see her eyes begin to tear up and her put up a brave front. He saw her turn her head away from him, her mused hair becoming tangled with her tears and stuck to her angelic face. He remained silent as he washed her hands and removed the pebbles. He saw her move her eyes from him and her bit her lower lip against the pain. Her voice reached his ears and he nodded in acknowledgement. Then still holding her hands in one of his he turned off the water and grabbed a towel wrapping her hands in it. He turned towards her and with his free hand he reached up and wiped away the tears and brushed her hair behind her ear. "Don't worry about it. It's my fault. If I hadn't been so moody there would of been no reason for you to come outside and trip over the..um...rock that was there." He tilted her face up to his. "So no worries okay?" He let his hands release her as he moved to the cupboard to try and find some rags or something that he could use to bandage her hands.