As soon as he spoke, Eileen's hand slipped down Caractacus' side, swift and efficient like a pickpocket's, and mutely Accioed the phial without dipping a finger into the pocket in question. A flick of thumb to unstopper the tiny phial and she pressed it to Caractacus' lips.
"Drink," she barked, in an entirely unamused tone, propping him up.
Someone certainly needed to add whipping to Burke's earlier bondage experience. Clearly the plant didn't provide him with enough pain to get the lesson across.
And Eileen wasn't about to provide the painkiller for those wounds now.