As for her exposed skin, he periodically wipes her down with a fresh cloth, because a drying spell on her skin would send her into hypothermia. Every 15 minutes he replaces the washcloth on her forehead to keep her cool. Every couple of hours, he changes her bandage and poultices the wound, even if he’s not sure it’s doing anything. Sea lavender and liverwort grow like weeds around the cottage, and he’s been busy experimenting with their properties. He’s banking on their ability to purify blood when he throws the plants together, adds some other ingredients for balance, and hopes for the best.