[ He freezes again, giving her a minute, but he's already cleaned up as much as he can with the warm water, and the majority of nasty cuts don't appear to be even attempting to heal.
He reaches for the bottle of alcohol and a clean makeshift cloth; it's not perfect, but it's the best they have. He actually feels bad for the potential state Stiles' hand might be in by the end of this. ]
We know someone who can read Latin. [ He looks at Stiles, because if any of them ask, it's always going to be better coming from him, and then he looks to Brigid. ] If you'd be willing to let her help.
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He reaches for the bottle of alcohol and a clean makeshift cloth; it's not perfect, but it's the best they have. He actually feels bad for the potential state Stiles' hand might be in by the end of this. ]
We know someone who can read Latin. [ He looks at Stiles, because if any of them ask, it's always going to be better coming from him, and then he looks to Brigid. ] If you'd be willing to let her help.