The Usual (Post-Raid Healing)

Iolaire made her way around the room, inspecting the various healers as they were at their work. She was particularly interested in the brute suturing the wound in Artorias' foreleg and made a point to inspect the work once it was finished. Green and gold eyes narrowed as she mentally picked the stitches apart. He hadn't done a bad job. She could have done better, but she also had an unfair advantage with her fancy little paws.

"Well done," the crotchety little wolf commended with a nod. Her gaze then shifted between Artorias and the colorful brute whos name she didn't know. "This is going to hurt worse tomorrow," she warned. "Keep it cool and dry. If it starts to itch or hurts unbearably, find me." Iolaire then looked to the colorful man again. "Lots of willow bark, fever few..." she named a few other things then leaned in close to the man. "Give him some of these if the pain gets too bad. He might not know where he is for a little while, but he won't feel a thing." Iolaire passed the man some little packets of herbs wrapped in soft green leaves. "Only two a day, though I doubt he'll really need them." With a wink to the man and a grin to Artorias, Iolaire continued around the room.



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