Song took a deep breath of frustration and held his gaze. She felt a tingle as her hand lightly touched his as she handed him the jar. The dancer noticed his eyes were brightened  from the sunlight that filtered into the room from the slit in the curtains. Euan hands grasped the jar and with little effort it opened. The pop of the jar, she averted her gaze from his long fingers to his eyes. His bangs curtained the bruise of his left eye and cheek. She smiles and takes the jar from him. "Thank you. Lie on the bed please." Song hands him a pillow. "You can bite and hold this. I know your back hurts. We are going to begin your training now. You body wants to tense with pain. Point your toes when you hurt and flex your feet when pain eases. Take a few deep breaths now. Breath out in pain and in when it when it eases. I will teach you to count with the steps once we are on deck. Nod when ready. Your hands and wrists need be relaxed when you dance."<br/>Song waited for him to lie prone on the bed. She rubbed the salve of sage and rosemary into her hands and massaged his neck and tops of his shoulders. "Breath deep for 4 counts and exhale for 4 counts. When it hurts breath though the pain is alright to make a sound. Try to count 1...2...3...4...1...2...3...4."<br/>The dancer worked his muscles until his neck and shoulders were pliable. Gradually she worked down his spine and lower back. The worst of his bruises were over his ribs. She was careful not to touch him too much over healing wounds and deep bruises. Once done she smoothed his hair and brushed it.<br/>Song then massaged his hands and arms. She held his right hand and worked a few graceful movements loosening his wrists. "Your hands talk during the dance. The fan is just an extension of your arm."