[He returns, and she looks not unlike someone carved from stone, and Holmes merely wonders how far she is from breaking down. Her pride must be made of steel, indeed, to still manage to appear so indignant.
He strides over, carrying a bowl of lukewarm water, a washcloth, and smaller cloth soaked in rudimentary antiseptic. The bowl is sat down on a table nearby, and the dry washcloth soaked in water, then diligently wrung out with deft fingers.
Then, he turns to her, approaches, and gestures at her chin and upwards. He would touch her, normally, but that seems unwise to do so without warning.]
Chin up. I am too tall to do this with your eyes forward.
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He strides over, carrying a bowl of lukewarm water, a washcloth, and smaller cloth soaked in rudimentary antiseptic. The bowl is sat down on a table nearby, and the dry washcloth soaked in water, then diligently wrung out with deft fingers.
Then, he turns to her, approaches, and gestures at her chin and upwards. He would touch her, normally, but that seems unwise to do so without warning.]
Chin up. I am too tall to do this with your eyes forward.