There's a hand on her back, rubbing. "Shh, shhh, shhhh," Lalo says quietly, pouring water over the blisters on her cheeks, pouring it gently over her eyes. The hand that had been on her back gently guides her head now. "Shhh, shhhh. You're okay. You're safe. I've got you." More water. What had been the last of it.

"Can you see?" Lalo asks, a little more firmly, after giving her a few seconds to process.