Patching Up

Gwynevere nodded quietly when Resin informed her that the wounds had been caused by some hyenas that she and Artorias had taken care of. She silently made a mental note to go check on her brother once she was done here just in case. She was certain that if he had any wounds that needed patching up he would have come to her already since she had done so for a majority of his cuts and bites lately, but it would still put her more at ease if she went to see to him herself. That was the problem with being a healer in a family of a bunch of fighters. She was pretty much constantly worried about them since she never knew when she might need to patch one of them up. She was happy to do so of course, but that did make her feel like she always needed to be on her toes.

She finished cleaning the dried blood out of her mother's fur and made sure the cuts themselves were clean before slipping the cloth off of her paw and letting it fall into the bowl of now bloody water before she nudged it off to the side. With that done she pulled over a little container of crushed up marigold, dandelion roots, and willow bark that she had spent some time mixing up a few days prior. It seemed to be more helpful to have this mix on hand instead of having to mash them up every time so this little jar made things a lot faster. She dipped a paw pad into the medicine and started gently dabbing it along the wound, carefully coating the exposed flesh.

When she was working she was very dedicated and focused to her craft so she hardly ever looked up from what she is doing. Even though she was quickly getting more skilled in healing, she still didn't feel like she could do anything without complete focus just out of fear of messing something up or hurting someone accidentally. She didn't know if she'd ever get to a point where she could relax and treat someone, but hopefully so. Between applications of the herb mixture, she happened to glance up at her mother and was surprised to see the soft, kind touch to the usually firm woman's expression. It made her double take briefly, but pulled a smile onto her face as her cheeks flushed a bit before she refocused on her task.

"Gwynevere" | "Eilwen"