"Maybe next time, a little light charm on the front of the broom?" Celia offered, twisting the lid off the jar and stepping in closer to him. "It's good you came, eyes are important. I mean, if you do end up being a one-eyed guitarist, you could get an eye-patch and look extra badass. Hold still, please."
She swiped a finger into the salve and gently put it around his eye, where the swelling was the worst. "I'm sure it'll be fixable, though. And you can get revenge on the tree."