But Malfoy just sits obediently, wincing as she gets him to lift his arms up slightly so she can wind the bandage around beneath them. Her fingers brush over his skin as she bandages his torso, from shoulders to lower back, and she is acutely aware of all the little touches. Of the smooth, hard angles and planes of his chest and abdomen under her palms, and the ragged, uneven wounds of his shredded back as she so carefully smoothes the bandage down into place. It takes an awful lot of bandaging, and she isn't sure it's the best thing to do – his wounds will weep overnight and that will make the bandage hard to remove – but she doesn't feel right about just leaving them open to the air while he is sleeping either. He could hurt himself, couldn't he?