He was buttoning his shirt up, and almost ready to go down for breakfast, when his fingertips brushed against fabric, and he remembered the bandages around his neck. He considered, for a moment, going to the bathroom to deal with it in private, before dismissing the idea as not being worth the effort. He hunted for the end of the wrapping, and once he had found it, the bandage seemed to practically melt away from him, sliding off with ease. He conjured himself a small mirror and used it to inspect his reflection. He revised his opinion from the night before, now that he was in the light of day - it didn’t look much better at all. In fact, it looked just as red and angry as the day he was first released from the hospital wing.