She smiled and led him to the kitchen. Instead of medicine or a spray, she ran a soft washcloth under warm water. She wrung it out until it stopped dripping, then folded it into a neat little rectangle.
He closed his eyes. The heat was a little weaver, threading its way through the tight, swollen passages inside his nose. Slowly, carefully, it whispered to the inflamed tissues: Relax. Open. warm compress for nasal congestion
Leo was doubtful. How could a damp cloth fix a brick wall? She smiled and led him to the kitchen