Firestone Hot Springs behind closed eyes

"Oh, right," Lane murmured when Vein reminded her of the question. She turned her gaze to her submerged paw, as if checking to see that it was still there. The man's question seemed to indicate that these pools could relieve soreness, which was useful information. 

"No, it's not that, it's--" 

She lifted her paw out of the pool to show him. When she had placed the paw in the water, it had been blighted with an infected puncture wound; healed on the exterior but still rotten beneath the surface. Now however, puss oozed from beneath the cracked scab. The infection had risen to the surface, seemingly as a result of being soaked.

"That's interesting," Lane commented, surveying her own paw with curiosity. "It wasn't leaking like that before," she explained after a beat. "It was just, you know-- all angry and swollen, like how it gets right before the fever comes on." Had the heat drawn the infection out of the wound?