"I am not an apothecary, but will do what I can for you. I think perhaps some icing to cut down on the swelling will help."

He stands, getting some ice from his refrigerator, and brings it back to her, wrapped in a dishrag so she won't chill her hands too badly by touching it.

"Press this up against it. I don't have a narthecium so I am very limited in what I can do, but this will make it hurt a little less."