[henchmen pov]

Following the witches command, you approach her, studying the makeshift sling around her deformed arm. It's clear that her arm needs to be reset.

"I need you to set my arm back in place. Try not to be too gentle, I don't need you fussing over me like a baby." She huffs, shifting her body to get more comfortable in her bed as you stand next to her, looking at the damage to her arm. It doesn’t appear too severe, probably just a break, but it’s still a nasty looking one.

"Don't just stand there, you simpleton. Get me some of the blue salve from the back shelf." She snaps at you impatiently. She braces herself for the pain that's to come. A hint of fear flickers across her face before it's quickly masked with anger.

"And get on with it, will you? I don't have all day."