The Sentinels heart in hand

Lucani had every intention of asking Deirdre to help, and it seemed they were in the same mind. Yes — please pour the remaining water carefully over his wound, she requested, watching with quiet approval as Constantine quenched his thirst. He was drinking: this was a good sign.

Try to wash away everything on it and around it — blood, pus, matted fur, and especially dirt. You may have to use your tongue too, and I can go back for water.

She turned her attention to the patient now. You need a good wash, young man, she summarised gently. Then we'll talk about next steps. It will be okay. Your sister will keep you sound.