Once in sick bay Trixie starts looking through the various shelves and cabinets for what she needs, pushing aside bottles of sloshing liquids and powders until her eyes are too blurry to see anything at all.

"Cunt!" She presses the heels of her hands into her eyes. "Fucking pull yourself together. A man's fucking entitled to his secrets, and you to yours. You've fucking seen enough by now this shouldn't be a shock..." She trails off, crossing the room to find the balms next to the liniments.

A few moments later she returns to Goodsir and hands him the balm. "Put it on your neck. Skin's been rubbed raw."