Focusing on making sure I don’t make the wound worse, I replied coldly, "no." Once her wound was cleaned, I placed my hand on the sheet to cover the wound. With my free hand, I grabbed the bowl. Opening a healing potion, I poured some of the contents into it. Then with the murtlap, I took a bite of the tentacle, chewed it for a moment. The taste was always bitter and the sliminess of it always caused a wave of nausea, but I continued to chew. This caused a collective gasp as I did so, but ignored it. I spat the mixture into the bowl. Then taking the dittany. I crumbled the herb so only the leaves into the mixture. I looked to my left to see Remus was still standing there with a slightly shocked face. "Could you please hold that to the wound? I need to set the mixture."