She goes about dressing those wounds quietly. The marks on his wrists make the memories of that awful day flash through her head--the burning cuffs almost as bright as his blood. It nearly makes her shudder and she has to squeeze her eyes tight and take a deep breath before she can continue.

She uses the sink and some towelettes to help with the clean, wiping up the small traces of blood. When done she carefully wraps them up in a bandage. With the minor wounds completed she picks up the glass of water and holds it out to Signless, hoping he'll take a drink before she tends to the more serious injuries.