[ He takes the bowl from her once it's prepared, then sets it on the floor in front of her. He kneels again on one knee, always perfect and knightly even in a situation like this. In a way, he was the ideal person to tend to her, since he was one of the few that would do what was necessary without hesitating so that she would be well. He wouldn't be cowed by the grotesquely dainty feet, and that's clear when he takes one of her feet gently into his hand.

It really is tiny, he thinks. He's remembers the Chinese prince that had been so fixated on this, and with mild, distant amusement, he does think that Sieglinde's tiny feet would have surely fit into those shoes. The thought of that is almost nostalgic, but he manages to temper the smile that nearly comes forth with the gravity of the situation.

He starts to unwrap the bandages around her foot deftly, though as he works, he knows that some sort of distraction may be a good thing. This will take time for him to do this carefully for both feet, after all. He may as well soothe her mind with stories in the meantime. ]

...While I do this, perhaps we should speak so that your mind can be elsewhere? I know it is a bit late, since you have seen quite a bit of the outside world by now, but I could perhaps tell a story or two, or explain anything you might be curious about.