The flinch is an unconscious reaction, she didn't see his hand move until he was already gently pushing her hair back. Gaze lowered she holds still while he looks over the patch, a soft breath passing through her lips when he turns away to check the shelves. She had noticed the habit starting to develop but getting caught felt worse than the staring.

When he starts to work over a scarf into a patch she watches him quietly, a hand lifted to the temporary patch still over her left eye when he presents the finished cloth. It was certainly a lot prettier than what she's got now.

"I...that's lovely Zev, you don't have to go out of your way to do anything for me."