[ It's most concerning that she doesn't move or protest. This woman had resisted his help when she could scarcely walk or see upon her arrival, but now there is not so much as a word of objection. It’s palpable that the light within her is beginning to fade.

Not a good sign. And so he concentrates on quickening the spell. ]

Oh, come now. I’m sure defeating this is paltry in comparison to other obstacles you’ve faced.

[ Minutes pass and the glowing green light of the healing spell only intensifies. Each cut knits itself together and each bruise begins to ease back into its usual color. However, he doesn't make a point to heal everything to perfection. There are still other severe wounds that need to be addressed - he would concentrate on those first before doubling back to anything that is minor in comparison.

Emet-Selch stands and makes his way to kneel in front of her where more injuries await. He tilts his head as he carefully examines them; both eyes, a gruesome cut, and bandages soaked through with her own blood.

The wounds on her eyes would undoubtedly obscure her vision, and touching them without warning would be a poor choice for many reasons. The last thing he needs to do is startle her. So he speaks, even if there is a chance she may not be aware enough to hear. ]

I must remove these bandages so that they may be replaced. You are free to express your imminent disdain if you wish, but at the very least do so with clean bandages.

[ So he reaches for the bandage so that it may be remove. Whether or not she would allow that remains to be seen. ]