Charlotte got the cream out and held it so Annika could smell it. "I can see how brave she's being. I would be a mess. Crying and carrying on, but I'm a wimp about pain." That wasn't true, but it was the sort of thing one said to encourage children in this sort of setting. Or so she thought. "This stuff is greasy, but it will make your arm hurt less until someone can fix it for real. Is it all right if I put some on?"