Beauty in Pain

Though the man flashed aggression at her when she came into sight, it was largely defensive aggression, and as her question reached him, the snarl faded out, though suspicion still rankled in his eyes. She waited, patient as ever, watching to see whether he chose the spot he was in and she could come to him, or… ah.

She made no move until he was settled out on the ground before her, then as he looked to her, she nodded stepping to his side and removing her pouches to set them beside her, flipping over the flaps and pulling out a flask of water and small tortoise shell that had been relieved of its belly plate. Pouring the water in, she pulled out a packet of herbs, identifying them as one of the better painkiller blends and gently tapping out a measure into the water. Twirling a small stick in the water to mix the contents, she nudged that mixture under the man's nose with a nod.

“It’ll help the process if you can tell me how you got the majority of these wounds and how long ago. My name is Legacy Ancora, Spark of Valhalla. That mixture is a pain killer. It shouldn't addle your mind, just dull the pain.”

Her low, accented voice was gentle, soothing as it fell into the practiced healer’s cadence, as she added, “I’m going to probe these to see how deep they are, and it will hurt worse for a moment, but if they’re infected, it’ll help express any pus.”

Gentle paws did as she warned, pressing around the worst of the wounds she could see and she used her pads to see how warm the area was by comparison to his body.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think