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Chrysanthos tried not to jump as the woman licked the wound. He wanted to be a good patient as well as a good healer but he needed a bit of practice on the former. Usually he was pretty lucky in managing to stay out of harms way. Once she was finished applying horsetail to bind the wounds she introduced herself as Niamh, a novice healer. "Thank you for tending to my leg, Niamh." He hoped he'd pronounced her name right. She drank down the comfrey and thanked him and he smiled and dipped his head.

She tilted her head toward his leg and asked if she'd done it properly. Chrysanthos propped himself up a bit further, bringing the leg forward to look the leg over. He turned to her and smiled. "Yes, I think you did a very good job. I'll rest here while it dries." Once the herb dried a bit more it would bind to wound enough that he felt he could walk without letting the woman's good work go to waste. "Are you having much luck with your herb stores this winter?"