Nina had no idea what he was doing, but the moment he returned and started pouring something on her hand, her instinctive response was to flinch, half expecting it to hurt just as much as the burn did, even if she did not fear he was trying to hurt her. The relief was... surprising, and after a moment of tension, she relaxed as best she could with the pain still shooting through her from various other sources.

"Jeritza-" She almost warned him not to look or even touch the wound on her shoulder, knowing full well the nasty brand she carried now. That awful, obvious indication that the Death Knight was there and had laid claim to her - a warning for the both of them that this was only the beginning. Nina did not regret her choice to let him torture her, but she was very much regretting this very moment.

Gods, her fucking head hurt. Her eyelids fluttered. Too much blood on the floor that should be inside her; the taste of metal in her mouth; her entire body aching worse than the time she fell off a fucking castle wall and landed on nothing but solid earth. "I need a doctor. I won't - I won't tell them it was the Death Knight. I promise. You'll be safe."