She snuffled, cheek smushed against his shoulder and head lolling down a little, and Draco made a face as her half-open mouth drooled on his shirt. Now that was just going too far. He stared down at her and the little dribbly wet patch on his tee shirt and wondered what in the hell to do. He wasn’t going to sit here and let her bathe him with her saliva. He smirked; not like that anyway. It was awkward with only one half-numb hand and a stump, but eventually Draco got her off his shoulder with a sigh of relief. He could feel the blood rushing back down into his limb, and his fingers and thumb prickled at him.