Gabriel sat on his hindquarters in the middle of the sparsely-decorated upstairs bathroom, fiddling with the yellow-white bandages around his foreleg. He'd already removed the bandages around his head—they'd come away clean, so at least she wouldn't have to rewrap that particular wound. She watched as he undid the wrappings around the enchanted splint that clung to his foreleg with his teeth, taking care to extract the bits of faintly-glowing wood and set them on the tile floor. Then he removed the bandage underneath, pulling at layers of cloth that became progressively more yellowed and browned as they came away. 