Qebhet laughed, and in that moment a little coil of tension she hadn't fully realised she was still carrying seemed to loosen. "I can't say I've ever tried," she said. "It certainly won't harm you if you do, though." Dipping two fingers into the jar, she scooped out a small amount of salve. It looked more like honey than anything, with its pale golden colour, though as she smoothed it across the burn Much would feel the cooling aloe at work.