Prepare something for Gemma to eat.

From out of the blue, Gemma’s stomach growled.
“You must be hungry.” You tell her.
Gemma blushed. Clearly ashamed of having made such a gross sound.
“Don’t worry.” You tell her. “I’ll go get you something to eat. You stay here and wait until I get back.”
As you walk away, Gemma calls “Thanks.” To you.

You didn’t want to make her wait too long so you collected something simple. She had a few apples in a fruit bowl in her kitchen. You collected a few of those, took out a knife and began peeling it.
Suddenly you felt a hand on your shoulder. You startled and accidentally cut your finger in the process.
You turn around and see gemma was standing behind you, covered only in a bed-sheet.
“I told you to wait for me.” You tell her.
“I thought you could use some help.”
You hold up your bleeding finger in front of you and say “I do now.”
Gemma laughed and said “Hold on, I’ll get something.”

Gemma opened up a drawer and pulled out a band-aid. She prepared to put it on your finger but you interrupted her.
“Should we first disinfect the wound?”
“Ah, you’re right.” She tells.
Gemma then precedes to take hold of your finger and licked the blood from the wound.
“Disinfected.” She replies, and puts the band-aid over it.