"All right," he murmured, petting her hair in what he hoped was a soothing manner. "I'll go fill up the tub. I'll be right back."
The bathroom was easy enough to find, and George wasted no time turning on the water and carefully adjusting it until he was more or less sure of the temperature. He needed it cool, but not actually cold. Cold would do more harm than good. He sat with his wrist under the stream of water for what felt like an eternity, staring into space.
George felt completely calm, purpose clear in his mind. When he was satisfied with the temperature, he stood up and walked back to Jo.
"I'm going to pick you up again, all right?" he said, not wanting to touch her without giving her a warning.