He hadn't been entirely certain of Mesaana when he'd met her briefly before, but at the moment he doesn't really have a choice but to trust her.

He removes his and from under the tap, the pain intensifying as the numbing of the cold water is taken away. A couple of the blisters have gotten larger, the skin still an angry red.

He holds his hand out to Mesaana wordlessly, too busy trying to keep his features composed to worry about speech.