Devaguea nodded, and said, "If you want, I can apply the cream, which should help with the pain and speed the healing."<br/><br/>He pulled out a small jar of ointment, and pops the lid off it, and says, sympathetically, "Useful for any wound, but it works best when mixed with water. I know you don't want to think about it, but it was not your fault. He had a superior advantage, and you had no way to get away. If you want to cry, do so, I promise not to think less of you."<br/><br/>He reached up and gently ran his hand along the graceful curve of her chin, and said, "This way, you will feel better after your bath."<br/><br/>Keeping his hand on her chin, he leads her toward the lake, where she finds it is large enough for her to submerge completely, but barely. It has no fish, and a small waterfall from a cliff feeds into it.