Turning to unbutton her brother's nightshirt and pull it off him, not at all uncomfortable being naked in her presence as one might have been, or at his wandering eyes. They were simply too comfortable with each other for bashfulness. Reaching up as he was a good half foot taller than her already, she put a hand on his now bare shoulder to help pull his arms out of his sleeves, his eyes not flinching a bit at the slight sting of the cloth separating from his open wounds. Turning him around with her hands resting lightly on the top of his shoulders, she called forth on the advanced magic they shared and ran them lightly down his back, causing him to shiver as the wounds knitted closed before Hermione's eyes.