Bring Out Yer Dead

Malalia decided to watch the goings on and Io nodded in approval. Mort could barely contain his giddiness, but as long as he was out of the way and he wasn't harrying those that were injured, he could be as excited as he wished. The next batch of patients came forward. One, a young boy and the next, an older woman. The boy came first and so he would be treated first.

Iolaire frowned as he came closer. The wounds were a little severe for a mock raid and she let her disapproval show. She knew the boy in passing and knew that he was her mother's charge. "Come with me, Dunkan," she said softly. Taking up her supplies of skins and clean water, she gently cleaned the boy's wounds, dabbing lightly at the bite to his nose. Once the wounds on his neck were cleaned as well, she took up a pot of homemade salve and began placing a coat lightly over the wounds. It would keep them sealed away from dirt and would help to ease the pain. Lastly, she offered him some willow bark for the pain. "There are furs there to rest upon if you wish." And then she was moving on to the next.

This woman, she didn't know. As the woman sat beside Deathbelle, Io came forward to inspect her wounds, which were few. "Your opponent seems to have taken more mercy on you than theirs did on that boy," she said conversationally, though her displeasure showed through. The woman's chest would be bruised. The leg would be fine as well. Io gently manipulated it, feeling for any breaks. She offered some bark for the pain and offered her use of the furs as well.