(( Sorry for the wait. I must have missed your post. ))<br/><blockquote><div><cite>xblurp wrote:</cite>Draco was still wary of her.What could it hurt if she took care of his wounds.More and more she seemed nicer and he felt more wrong with each question she asked.Mira still watched by confused as to why Draco had even spoke to Zaida after hearing how bad she was.Maybe he suffered more trauma then she thought.Draco nodded though was watching her in case she tried to hurt him further.</div></blockquote><br/>Zaida took Draco by the hand and carried him off into the hallway. They stepped into a separate room and helped him to a chair. She beckoned one of her servants to get a wet cloth, gesturing to go to the bucket on the shelf. She pulled Draco's shirt back as far as she could, and then dampened his shirt with the wet cloth the servant had brought her, teasing the material away from his wounds. She peeled back some poorly wrapped bandages and gasped at the wounds he had.<br/>"My goodness, my goodness. He's certainly done a number on you. Oh! And your eye!" Zaida raised a mirror so Draco could see as well. It wasn't a pretty sight. There was a glob of whitish scar tissue, a hideous cataract, on his eye. It didn't react to light when Zaida shone a flame over it. In fact it seemed to be devoid of all life. "I'm afraid there's nothing I can do for it. It is beyond repair." she said solemnly.<br/>Zaida put an eyepatch over Draco's eye. "You must keep that on. You're eye is blind and unable to blink. It will dry out and get infected unless it is properly attended to." Zaida then wrapped up Draco with new bandages and tightly wound them around his abdomen, a shoulder, and his right forearm. "That should properly stop you from losing any more blood. It's probably the reason why you've grown faint. Try to rest for awhile, you must be exhausted. There's a bed over there. My servant, Elli will see to your needs."