[Thankfully Engie's slightly desensitized to gore and blood from all the times he's been blown up in Teufort. He runs the cotton wool carefully around the boy's mouth, making sure to take extra care at the stump where his tongue used to be. There doesn't seem to be any sign of an infection, which takes a load off his shoulders. When he's done, he'll pass another glass of water towards him.]

Here. Jus' one more rinse, I promise. There's another glass a'water here fer you ta drink, if ya want.