Cecil carefully rubbed a little of the salve on her with his fingertips, "Does it hurt?"
Zora nodded honestly and acted as if she didn't care.
The salve was cool, and Cecil's pressure was just right, making Zora feel comfortable, and as soon as she felt good, she was sleepy again.
"How did you get hurt?" Cecil's voice had a hint of anger in it.
Zora yawned again and said briefly, "A fight."
"A fight with whom?"
"Laura? I can't remember their names."
Zora's voice was drifting away as if she would fall asleep at any moment.
Cecil asked, "Did they bully you?"
Zora didn't want to talk about it anymore. She snorts a bit.
The voice sounded like a pout, or - a wheeze - to Cecil.
She breathed a cold breath: "It hurts."
Cecil was distracted by the grunt and lost control of his hand for a moment. As soon as he heard her scream, he put his attention back on his hands.
