"Time to get those burns cleaned, then." Brenda stood and stripped off her gloves, then mixed up water and hexochlorophene in a basin and brought it and cotton over to set down by Ivy. New gloves, then time to tend her hands. "And it does suck, yeah." She sat again, dipped cotton in the solution, and wiped it along Ivy's hand just hard enough to dislodge anything that might be embedded in the burns. She was numb; she should be fine. "Dawn's already okay with sharing her dad--they mostly already call him 'Dad', and he is in the important ways--and I think she'd be even more okay with him adopting them. It was her idea that I adopt her."