ouch, that one hurt

From the corner of Rivin's eye she sees Gil grit his teeth but the man doesn't cry out. At this point she stops talking, focused on spreading the medicine across the injury. It is a task that is necessary, and he asks if she is finished as she picks up the horse tail. Rivin doesn't respond, working it around the limb and over the wound and medicine before knotting it in place. There. The horsetail wasn't as pretty or as comfortable as a bandage but it would keep the poultice from being rubbed off. She stepped back after that and looked at him with a grin. "I guess so. Unless we want to take the limb off anyway." He'd be fine. He just had to keep the wound clean.