Simon's jaw set briefly and he unfolded his hands, scooting himself closer on the hay to sit just to Zevran's side. He let the assassin watch, stretching his fingers out and shaking them before twisting into the Fade and pulling out the magic he needed. Just a tiny bit, a little frost, chilling the air around his hands to the point that it started to condense and then freeze on his fingers.

It didn't hurt him, it never did, but it was tricky to hold a spell like this for long without letting it grow in strength.

"Here, I don't have to touch but..." Hopefully Zevra would allow some almost-prodding. The mage held his chilled fingers close to the bandage, letting the frost build and soak on the cloth instead. It wouldn't freeze the thing solid, that wouldn't help at all, but in Simon's experience the cold had a pleasantly numbing effect on aching wounds.