"I'll not stick my hand in his mouth, no," he agreed, looking at her burn. His hand moved from between Spot's ears to resting on the burn and sent a pulse of Force-healing to help speed things up.
He took the glass and drank half of it in one go, looking round the kitchen as he did so. He didn't remember ever being in her house before. Spot was looking up at him when he lowered the glass. "Oh, sorry, Spot!" he said, and resumed the ear scratches.