Patch me up

He waited, stationary, as she inspected the remains. The bite stung something wicked, but he rolled with the pain, blocking it from his mind. That she had appeared helped him keep a stoic image, he would never admit to pain in front of a stranger.

He had never heard of a ‘rat snake’ but frowned heavily at her words. Lost a leg? Was it really that serious? He wasn’t sure he trusted her, this stranger with a promise of expertise. To trust that it was as serious as she admitted, or to suspect her of lying? He had little choice, it would take too long to return to his own healers. He let loose a soft sigh, and decided to extend to her some trust. “Very well, treat the wound. What will you take in payment for your services?’