He needed some help. I looked at his handkerchief and decided there was no way in hell I was going to take it from him. Dinah must have felt the same way, because she handed me her own hanky. “Thanks.” I dunked it in a bucket of water on the deck, wrung it out, and brushed Cristovao’s hand away. “Hold still, will you?”
“Que?”
I didn’t bother trying to explain, just pressed the scrap of linen to the gash on his forehead. It took a few minutes before he stopped bleeding, but once he had, I wiped the blood from his face.
“Obrigado.” He wouldn’t meet my gaze, and I assumed he was embarrassed to have been yelled at and knocked down by his captain in front of the paying clients.
“You’re welcome.”