We all make mistakes

She continued working to clean the wounds she could see and reach from the dirt and grit. She had a feeling if she was too harsh with her cleaning he might bite her with those massive fangs. So she tried to be easy about it but some of his wounds needed a harsher clean than a gentle dabbing. She worked quietly, only stopping to give him a small ask of lowering his head so she could reach his nose.

He told her it wouldn't happen again but she had doubts. If he mistook her once it was bound to happen again. Maybe she should get a bell to attach to her neck or a bow, she hadn't seen the consort wear anything but that simple gold thing on her neck so it might help. She didn't want to talk about it really though. "Hold this rag to your nose while I find the suture kit please.... there's a pretty big gash on your ribs and I dont know if it will heal without a stitching to hold it together..." she waited for him to take the rag then moved to the hall and went for the emergency medical kit. She was quite so as not to wake the children. Returning once she had it and moving to take the rag bag and clean it in the bowl of water.

She really wasn't equipped to make this perfect but this would do for now she figured. Hopefully his nose had stopped bleeding now.