Enid was almost horribly disappointed — she felt it starting to build — and then she caught the falling droplets of blood splatting onto the floor. "Nigel Yarwood," she said, sounding more like Healer Enid than Crush Enid — which is to say, a tiny bit stern. "Show me your arm." (It was hard to be stern with Nigel! But she certainly couldn't let him go home bleeding on her watch — she would never forgive herself for it.)