She takes a breath, and then slides her hand carefully over the burn scars, feeling for the heat of infection as she slathers on the potion. She does it looking up from where she kneels at his feet, watching as his features subtly shift and rearrange in shape – struggling to bear the pain. His jaw tightens and his eyes flutter shut for a moment, his hands make fists in the bedding, and his thigh tenses like iron beneath her palm. She swallows hard, feeling sick.