Amarissa faintly watched the motions that James was going through, each performed with an acute sense of awareness. He seemed to know precisely what he was doing, what he was looking for. Once again, Amarissa couldn't help but wonder exactly how he had come to know such things. It was strange in so many ways, how he and Sirius and Remus had been remembered - and forgotten - by history. They were turned into stories that weren't necessarily untrue, but the essentials of them, the quirks of their personalities, seemed to have been smoothed out in order to properly write the morals and messages to attach with what had happened to them. They were people, not legends. Not myths.
She didn't flinch when he pushed the dressing seeped with potion up against her side. It was cold, and there was some innate reflex to pull away, but she remained still, glancing only slightly down at where he was working. She could feel the soft press of his fingertips as he applied both the gauze and bandage, the sensation firm, but still almost ticklish in a strange way. It was intent.
"Thanks," Amarissa said after he had announced himself as finished. She took one final look down at her newly bandaged side and then released the part of her shirt that she had been holding up, and smoothed it back down. "I really appreciate it." she said, her voice coming out just a shade off.