Alex moved back over to India, glasses back on and cut off the old dressing. He frowned but didn't make a comment, wordlessly taking the bowl of water and cloth; to which he quirked an eyebrow at; from her. He ripped open the top on a small packet and poured it in the water, mixing the bowl until the substance dissolved. "..salt.." He muttered in case Sally was wondering, before damping the wet cloth over the wound.
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