[Eventually, things draw to a close; the last knot is tied, the smell of charred flesh finally allowed to taper off and dissipate for the final time. She's tired, but she can't possibly be as bad off as the vampire is, so she makes herself rally and reaches for her bag again, bringing out a bandage and pad large enough to cover the stitches and protect them from the open air.
But then, at the last, she finds a clean rag and coats half of it with ice before lighting fire in her fingers, melting it away until the cloth is damp, and she can reach for his face to gently freshen him up.
This much, at least, has nothing to do with medicine. It's simply an idle kindness — the comfort of having a clean face, instead of a dirty, grimy one.]
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But then, at the last, she finds a clean rag and coats half of it with ice before lighting fire in her fingers, melting it away until the cloth is damp, and she can reach for his face to gently freshen him up.
This much, at least, has nothing to do with medicine. It's simply an idle kindness — the comfort of having a clean face, instead of a dirty, grimy one.]