回 = patching a wound
Alecto hissed, a small snarl slipping from her as she fought the urge to jerk away. Severus certainly wasn’t known for being gentle, and it wasn’t as though she really cared if he was or not. It was more about making a point and being as much of a pain as possible.
She briefly thought better of it, seeing as he was actually useful and she knew that. “Have some care, Severus. I am fragile,” her face was serious for a moment as she looked at him before she lost it entirely, laughter spilling from her now, rather than dark red liquid.
Alecto’s sickly-sweet smile was too much for Severus, who looked back down to the wound with a potion to ease the pain. He applied it liberally, though he took a certain satisfaction in jabbing his fingers into her side. The cut was deeper than it had seemed at first. He knew that after the initial shock of pain, the salve would take effect and dull most of the pain.
“As long as you got the information He wanted, I suppose.” Severus would never understand the particular breed of pureblood that seemed numerous within the Dark Lord’s ranks. So many of his fellow soldiers relished the pain and suffering they caused to an uncomfortable degree. Severus enjoyed torture when it served a purpose, but the random acts of murder and injury weren’t Severus’s style. He doubted whoever had cut Alecto’s side had survived.
“You should be more careful. You won’t be of much service to the cause if you’re out of commission.” That was the closest thing to concern Severus could muster. It wasn’t as if Alecto had come to him because of his bedside manner. He began applying the essence of dittany, the wound healing before his eyes.
A harsh growl escaped Alecto, her eyes narrowing as she glared at him when pain shot through her side. Part of her didn’t mind the mind, it was more out of annoyance with him for the action. After a moment, though, her side began to feel almost numb, the pain leaking from her mind even as the salve soaked into the wound.
A tinkling laugh bubbled out of her and she smiled brightly, seeming proud of herself. “Of course I did,” the redhead practically huffed, “And then I got what I wanted.” Bloodshed, mess, and most importantly: death. The young Carrow never took well to being challenged and this was one of those marvelous times that she could simply let herself go and do as she pleased to the target of her ire.
Shrugging with the shoulder opposite her injury, she wrinkled her nose slightly. “It would take more than this to take me out, Severus,” she said bluntly. Vain, overly proud, and reckless with all of it was a bad combination for anyone who chose to stand next to her and Alecto could honestly not bring herself to care much most days.
