She's fairly deft at it; either she's practiced in preparation, or she's done this before.

Meg finds a pressure point at the juncture of his wrist and palm and bears down on it hard as she flattens his hand into the glove, laying each finger into its individual channel and squeezing the splint closed around.

A doctor would add a velcro strip and stop there, but Meg wraps duct tape firmly around wrist and fingers until his hand is completely immobilized, then smiles into his eyes.

"There." Beat. "That's one."