There was a lot of fumbling, but Sam was a lot stronger than he looked. Honestly, he was just as thin as Lord Blackburn was, but he was able to get the job done, while Cass remembered he could barely do any pushups.
Cass felt like he couldn't stop sighing, but Sam made no comment on it as he tucked his clothes around him, making sure he wasn't naked anymore. He did seem quite concerned at the colour of his nipples, and the fact that there was dried blood. He didn't say anything as he then turned, grabbed the full jug, and got the healing tonic ready. Cass winced, already not looking forward to the awful taste filling his mouth.
It had been long enough that he forgot some of it, but his body remembered. He knew it was awful, and an anticipation shiver ran down his spine. Sam spooned some of the red powder into the water, and Cass and Sam watched as it turned black. He gave it a few stirs around the glass before he approached Cass with the glass, his expression grim.
