“I’m all yours doc.” You focus on the feeling of her felt-like tongue debriding your damaged skin. Her nimble, warm muscle seems to caress each aching knuckle, form fitting around the hills and valleys. It's surprisingly soothing, you could easily fall asleep to this. Dash seems to notice the relaxing effect it has and humors you with more licking than was necessary. She works steadily for a few minutes and the only sound that fills the room is the one made by her smacking, wet tongue. Whether it was psychological or medicinal, her spit works its magic and the stinging subsides again. Maybe that plant didn’t do anything, maybe she's the secret ingredient.