He gave her hand one firm shake and then pulled a large handkerchief out of his pocket.
“You have a handkerchief?” Lily asked.
“What? They’re useful–bandage, sling, bag, garrotte…”
“Blowing your nose?” Lily suggested.
“How much use is a cloth covered in snot? Turn around.”
“So I can tie this over your eyes.” He did so, deftly and firmly, leaving her ears unmuffled. “Now, aren’t you glad I didn’t blow my nose on it?”
She was, but refused to say so.
Restoration Day, Deborah Makarios