Isabel splashed cold water on Geoffrey's arms. The skin was angry red, and small blisters were already beginning to appear. Though Geoffrey's face was tense, she didn't complain or even flinch.
"I'm fine really," Geoffrey insisted, trying to pull her arms away from the sink.
"You're not fine," Isabel said. "You just had boiling cheese dumped all over your bare skin."
"I suffered worse injuries in the army," Geoffrey said.
"This might be a second-degree burn," Sophia said, her voice filled with concern.
"I'm so sorry," Isabel said.
"It's not your fault," Geoffrey said. "Besides, it's my job to protect you. Whether it's a kidnapper or some hot cheese, I can't let anyone hurt you."
Isabel's stomach twisted, "I think you need to see a doctor. This looks really serious."
"I'm fine
