You've Got Something on Your Face

Ignis fell into an observant silence as Rhyme explained what he planned on doing for the boy. He’d nurse his own wound after he finished with his apprentice. He wondered if Tana had the experience yet to work on him. He’d try it himself first. Quickly they’d traverse the rest of the distance to his maple tree, Rhyme disappointed that he was forced into a limp. He was feeling a bit more sore now and he had half a mind to medicate his pain. He wondered if Ignis might have a headache, or potentially a concussion from getting smacked in the head.

"Wait here a moment," Rhyme told him as he retrieved his chosen herbs and the alcohol. He reappeared quickly and set his supplies at his feet. "This is the moss," Rhyme told him verbally as he took the not to green anymore plant into his teeth and dabbed it into the alcohol before taking it to his apprentices face. "Watch out, it’ll probably sting." He mumbled through the item in his teeth as he started to scrub the dried blood away. He’d probably have to cause it to bleed again so he could sterilize it with the alcohol. When he was satisfied he returned the moss to his feet. "I want you to stay close to me for a half a day, just to keep an eye on you in case you’ve gotten a concussion."