He drank from the mug, and the taste of roses by this time was so familiar in the air that he almost didn't detect it until the last moment. After draining about half of it even as it scalded his tongue, he put it down and took her by the elbows to gently turn her back to him. "Let me see." He pulled at the neck of the shirt to reveal the bandages so he could gently move them, finding (as he suspected) that she probably needed new ones. "I'm a goddamn expert on this by now." He was, too, and he was as careful as he could be.
"As a matter of fact, I do. But there are so many other eager volunteers around that do it so much better, I like eating more."