Gwen had taken the process surprisingly well. As intricate as the work he had done on her, he had expected more in the way of sound, and for her to flinch now and again. She was stoic in her resolve though, and if he were perfectly honest, it was impressive. In short order, he had the musty green cream mixed and ready. It looked like mashed vegetables had been mixed with oil, and smelled vaguely of some of the mosses he'd used. The mortar had been irritating to work with as it hed to be pinned against his hip to do what he needed to.<br/><br/>Carrying the cream over to her, he set it beside him, and with a whisper of a caress, applied it to the fresh burns with his hand that would need tending. Had he been a lesser man, the relief he felt from the stuff may have brought tears. At first, it stung almost as much as the heat. Quickly though, it was replaced by an icy chill, then a tingling sensation. By the time he was done applying the stuff to her skin, the entirety of his hand was numb, and felt as though it had been plunged into ice. "It will last a few hours, and will need to be kept uncovered. You should be free to move that arm now that the salve has been placed. It will keep the skin from drying. I apologize for the smell. It is rather... earthy. You should be fine to remove it when it comes time to draw your runes."<br/><br/>At her question, he remained where he was while he thought on it. Based on what would happen later, it would likely be impractical to place the mark above her pubic bone, or on her chest. It needed to be out of the way, hidden, but still hold a promise of intimacy. "If you'll lie flat on your back for me, I'll put it low on your hip. It shouldn't hinder anything you'll have to do."<br/><br/>Fluidly, he stood to move himself out of her way, and was careful not to knock over the cradle or what the cradle it sat in held. If the stuff got onto the marble, it would melt depressions into the surface.