No.
Theodore paused briefly, then threw the ointment back into the bamboo basket: "I just want to see if they provided you with excessively expensive medicine. Prisoners guilty of heinous crimes should not receive any favors."
"Then you should be relieved now." Roy picked up the iron box containing the ointment again, "This stuff has a very simple concoction and tastes bad, it's probably the cheapest anti-inflammatory product on the market."
She applied the ointment to her wounds nonchalantly, starting from the front and then the back. For places she couldn't reach, she just smeared it carelessly.
Theodore's fingers twitched slightly, finally clenching into a fist.
