Josephine winced a little, but stayed strong for Raoul's sake. It would do no good to be too guilty to help him. She dug through the bucket and took out a cloth and the second flask of water, dumping a little onto the face-towel. Her head shook in response to his question. "My family was asleep, no one was outside at such a late hour." The flask was moved near the wound, and a little spilled out onto it. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry for the pain, but it needs to be cleaned. Please, just bear with it." Her hand found his and their fingers laced.