The flickering lamplight danced on the worried crease between Scarlet's brow. You sat on the floor beside the couch, a bowl of warm water and a soft towel by your side. She was curled up under a thick blanket, her face pale and drawn. The events of the past week still loomed large, a constant shadow over her usually bright spirit.

"Come on, let's get that sock off," you said gently, your voice a soothing balm.