The antiseptic stung, and Rhiannon was liberal with it, as she said, to be sure of preventing infection. She was gentle with her hands, but the administering hurt. "I will look to him when I am done with you," she promised.
Iestyn shivered, trying to gather himself, reaching for his blanket and pulling it around him and then yelping in pain when it touched his wounds. Even that small comfort had been taken away from him.