Lucien, absorbed for a few moments even after Bella had spoken, took another minute or two to speak. "In the second draw of the dresser next to the bed. There's a bottle of ointment. Bring it to me and come here." He ordered, not a suggestion, but it wasn't really anything harsh, simply telling her what she should do. While he waited to see if she would listen or not, he made the slightest twitch of his hand, which one of the flames seemed to follow the twitch before falling back into sync with the rest of the flames, dancing about in an unknown rhythm to anyone else who couldn't hear their singing whispers, the tune they played with their crackling. And to Lucien, this song of flames was mixed with the tune of the shadows, creeping and licking at the edges of his arms and his feet where he was sitting, trying to gain his attention over the flames of fire without doing something that'd be too bold and noticeable.