Making an entrance

Gwynevere had already decided that she was going to get out the materials she'd need to give him a few stitches regardless of is answer, but when he confirmed it she made sure to get an extra bit of thread. In her experience it was always the males that downplayed their injuries. She came back to where he was waiting and set out her supplies on the table, looking at his wound as he unwrapped it. She tisked and gave him a slight smile as she said, "You got into the swords, didn't you?" It was certainly not the first time she had seen a blade cut and it wouldn't be the last by far as long as Artorias and his sword wielding wolves were around this place. She prepped a bowl of water with a few drops of trillium extract and dampened a clean cloth in it, using that to gently clean away any excess blood or dirt out of the wound with a careful and expert touch.

He introduced himself and she glanced up form her work, realizing that as always her immediate focus on her job as the pack's healer had made her forget her manners. Her ears flicked with a bit of embarrassment and she returned his smile, turning her mint and lavender marbled gaze back down to his paw. "Nice to meet you, Mercury. I'm Gwynevere." The fact that Artorias brought him to The Hallows a couple of days ago did explain why she hadn't seen him before at least. "My brother does enjoy adopting wolves he finds," she joked with a light laugh as she put the cloth back down off to the side, exchanging it for a small pot of wintergreen ointment, beginning to lightly put a thin layer of it around the edges of the cut to numb it.

"Gwynevere Carpathius"