"It's to stop putrefication," she unapologetically repeated what the shop owner had told her, continuing to lightly stroke the side of his face even with the almost crushing grip on her wrist. "The burning means it's working." She took it as a instinctual reaction of pain and not a demand to stop as he left her working hand continue. Wiping down the surrounding area just to be sure, Mabelle pulled the towel back and scrutinized the socket by angling his head so it'd better catch the light. It didn't look bad for what it was, but by nature it didn't look good either. While she certainly was not squeamish, she felt it was better that she was dealing with this and not him, doubting by the amount of rags that he had even bothered to look at it yet.
Bringing her mouth close to his face, she gently blew into the socket to dry the area. "The worst of it's over," she promised, lips brushing against his brow as she whispered.