This didn't go to plan

Oleander flinched as the warlords teeth bared against him but tried to brush it off nonchalantly. Right, right, take better care to warn the patients about what he was doing before going into it. He was so used to being fed, healed and coddled without much energy to respond to it as a child he forgot that others needed more of a warning. His mother wouldn't have flinched. Right? Right. Maybe?
Anyway.

"Well yeah, sort of." He responded to the training question as he quickly packed the kit together and walked with him, at least the den wouldn't be far.

"I figured out that alcohol gets the herbal medicines out better in concentrated solutions. And it keeps longer. If you remember I'm the kid that was always sick. Healing and herbs and plants is literally all I know." He said shrugging. He never got out much to wrestle with his siblings or explore much of the Col before he turned a year. Or got many lessons in how not to treat the Warlord like one of his brothers.

He indicated to Basilisk to settle by the healers den entrance and ducked in to grab the sewing kit and a few different herbal tinctures he had made several weeks ago.

"Now you can't go grabbing these to get drunk on em like ya did when Mom was in charge." He said as he placed them next to Bas. "These are typically stronger than teas." He grabbed a bowl and splashed a bit of thyme tincture then diluted it with some normal mead.

"You drink this, it'll take care of any internal infections." He then grabbed the large bottle of yarrow tincture he diluted in a larger bowl with plain water. Just before he dipped a cloth in it he paused.
"I'm going to try to wash these out, it will sting... Then I can sew some of the larger gashes up. You okay with that?" He asked, he didn't want giant teeth in his face again.