A bit of sweat had formed on his brow from how badly he was holding in his screams, but the ointment helped ease off the intense pain. He knew after she wrapped his wrists that it would be harder to use this method on such tender skin, the healing process only getting in the way of how numbing the routine scratching had been, but he also knew that was what she wanted. He knew it was bad to hurt himself... but it was all he had to rely on for so long.

He simply nodded at her words, giving up on the fight for now. He was weaker than he thought.