malpractice is still worth healing points

She leaned on the railing above him, trying to decide if it was safe for him to come up so high with a head injury. But he came up anyway without a proper invitation, what else would she expect from the Raiders? No boundaries these ones, not that it particularly bothered her that much. It was something she was just going to have to get used to.

As he climbed she noted the limp and disappeared from the railing for a moment before he entered the treehouse proper. She came back just as he crested the top with a small basket of her trauma kit in her mouth. She placed it down next to her and while motioning him to the couch like pile of furs she responded, "That's right! Only a little new though. Nice to meet you Wake, I'm Morwenna!" She continued to titter about taking a cloth and a little alcohol she tried to wipe his head. "This might sting... a lot." She mentioned while she attempted to rub his head with the alcohol cloth. Hopefully, he won't think to drink the damn stuff. It was hard enough to keep a medicinal stock of it around here.

"You were building some shelves similar to these?" She asked, indicating the shelves in the corner all while trying to assess if there were any small splinters in his head wound and what was making him limp. She started to crush some yarrow and hawksbeard together for a styptic, antibacterial, anti-inflammatory, and pain reliever to place over his wounds.