Perfection Is The Color of the Incomplete

With help from her lemur and her own dexterous digits Ulmaria tied the bandage and the poultice around her brother's paw. "There! That should help. I'll probably need to change it tomorrow." She hadn't actually asked her uncle about how often bandages needed to be changed and she made a mental note to ask him. "It might be good to try and keep weight off it if you can, til it heals up a bit more." She wasn't sure if her bold brother would be able to follow that instruction, but the yarrow would work quickly on the bleeding, of that she was sure. At least the weather was nice for the time being. She hadn't thought about it much but it occured to her bandages wouldn't be of as much use if it were raining or wet outside. Hmmm… what could she use instead beside barracading the patient in a den? Another question for her uncle perhaps.