It's familiar in the worst kind of way, and that feeling twists a little tighter. I don't like seeing her hurt, that's all it is.

As soon as he's able, the cloth is pulled away, and water reapplied one-handed -- it doesn't feel like she's going to be able to un-claw her grip on his other hand, anyway. He presses again, soothing the bright red edges of the wounds, rinsing away what he can to soothe the burn.

"So, I hope what we've learned from all of this is to remember our Shield spell going forward, yes?"

Anger is a good distraction from pain. He's learned that, over the years.