"Hold still. Hold still my love," Janice said before a gnossinian began to carve into the scarred flesh of the demonkin who was strapped to the top of the stone table.
Anko winced and looked away as the team of demons moved in, the liquid reagents in their various containers offered up to the six-armed gnossinian as he finished his gruesome task, before stepping back and beginning to mix them as he focused his will and his mana into the bowl.
"Anko!" Janice suddenly snapped, causing her to jump.
"Yes Miss Janice?"
"Make your arms useful and wipe him down."
"Yes ma'am!" Anko jumped to the task, looking around before grabbing a towel with two of her four hands. She had to look around for a water source, but thankfully there was a tub of the stuff nearby and she hurried over to dampen the towel before returning to help the patient.
The man, delirious from drugs and pain, mumbled incoherently at the demonkin who held him by his one remaining arm as she gently stroked his hair.
