Penthesilea listened as she finished cleaning his right hand. It didn't look injured, but that didn't mean it wasn't broken. She proceeded to his left hand now, glancing up at him every few seconds and ignoring the occasional jerking. It was much better now than it had been.
She finished cleaning his left hand and again saw no obvious signs of trauma. She sat there in front of him, holding his hands to help keep them still and calm his nerves. "What did you do?" She prompted gently. He was clearly upset about this, whatever it was.