ArcherArcher had four great weaknesses: 1) Cooking. 2) Chores of any kind. 3) Princesses or anything relating to them. 4) Being treated as a fragile "normal" girl.
She had expected a slightly worried enquiry about her wounds from her Master and Avenger. She even had a well prepared excuse readied for the twin cuts marring her hand. Her calm composure and excuses scattered to the winds at Lucas's frantic questioning. "M-Master... I-I'm fine. I just cut myself... it wasn't from the fighting... I'm not dizzy or anything... it doesn't even hurt... I'm ok... It just happened a few minutes ago, and I knew you were coming so..." Rebecca blushed when she processed that Lucas was even holding her hands within his larger grip, examining herself-inflicted injuries.
A memory came to her from long ago. Another man holding her hands within his own, worriedly fussing over a cut from a kitchen knife. She had been trying to cook for him... he had been so worried over such a small wound... It had meant the world to her.
Coming back from the distant memory Archer fought back her watering eyes. Lucas did care about her... he seemed so worried over such a small wound; going so far as to even touch her. She had quickly learned that her Master was the "no touching type" and she only violated his "personal bubble" for a good prank. This was the first time of his own free will that he had choosen physical contact with her.
In a small, nervous voice, Archer asked "Master... can you heal my wounds? I wouldn't want to get my bow bloody hehe..." She had to stop blushing! Toko was watching! And was that Saber, Assassin's Master (Assassin likely hiding nearby) walking up to them! She had to get her normal composure back! Her eyes weren't noticable watery right!?