Let it Do its Wonders

The crashing of the waves against the shore soothed the male. The smell and sights of the sea reminded him of home. The male sighed, looking down at the stinging gash on his leg. It was deeper than he'd originally thought. Even though the water had washed away most of the initial blood, more and more of the red liquid was streaming out and turning the waves pink. It was in such and awkward angle for him that it would be hard to treat it himself. He hated getting injured himelf. Sure, he was a healer, but of other people.

Deafened by the road of the surf, it was only when she called out to him that Sìleas noticed her presence. Her head was lowered and her voice timid, polite; even though there was a delay in his mind as he translated her words to his own, he could tell that.

"Excuse me. Are you hurt?" Her voice was uncertain, so Sìleas looked at her and smiled amicably.
"I am, miss. I have a, uh, gearr? A, uh, cut?" Sìleas wasn't sure what the correct word for the gash on his leg was so, he held it up for her to see.