[Easy enough solution, and one Cotton nods in agreement with. There goes the door, and in they go. The old woman doesn't verbally reply to Hayato's request- but given she moves right to check through the room for what they need, she's clearly heard.

A wash basin at the side is quickly being brought over to rest on the side table so that it's more near. Bandage-wise, she's not having much luck there but well!]

It's the spare linen, but it'll do the trick for now, [Cotton mutters, clicking her tongue a little.] For the moment, it looks like there's just a few spots that need cleaning...

[As she says it, she gets to it. The smelling salts meanwhile seem to be having some effect! At the very least, the screaming is quieting.]