[Sterilizing. On an instrument that's logical, but thinking of the boiling water on her bleeding gashes sends her stomach into a tilt-a-whirl. It's a little closer to cauterizing, wouldn't you think?
Still, she dutifully pours it into a sturdy bowl and carries it over, her grip on the handles extra cautious and her steps even more so.]
O-okay. [She resumes her spot at her side, fists and jaw both clenched. She has to do this. She must.] Wh-what do you want me to do?
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Still, she dutifully pours it into a sturdy bowl and carries it over, her grip on the handles extra cautious and her steps even more so.]
O-okay. [She resumes her spot at her side, fists and jaw both clenched. She has to do this. She must.] Wh-what do you want me to do?