"If you seek a bit, you can use the leather of my belt," Gaius says, picking it and dropping it near Estinien's head. "It'll take it better and will like be cleaner, too. You can also take to your belly, if that'd be more comfortable-- and make the bite down simpler. I can take you either way."

Gaius's hand ghosts over his side; the right hand, unwrapped, skin warm, faintly damp.