Jason took Guy's foot in one large hand, then scrubbed the cut thoroughly with a washcloth and soap, drying it tenderly with a purple towel.
Jason studied the cut, clucking his tongue.
"That looks nasty," he commented, looking worried. "It could get infected. Luckily, I have just the thing!"
The tall man hopped up and open the medicine cabinet, pulling out a plain white jar, and unscrewing its lid. Kneeling, he pulled up Guy's injured foot and started rubbing the cool, light green salve onto the cut.
"You are very lucky," commented Jason, massaging in the odd smelling cream. "I just bought this ointment the other day from a Chinese man who has a shop near here! He said this stuff will make any recent injury go away, just as if it had never happened."
Guy jerked his foot away in shock! His eyes went wide as he stared at his foot.
"What's happening to me?" he asked, staring at his feet.