Even if he had anything else to do, Sorrel probably would have continued his work in silence. The wound was cleaned now though and blood seemed to be starting to clot and it meant that there wasn't much else for him to do. Well nothing else that he would do anyway. A friendlier, more sociable healer might have offered to sit and talk, spend a little time with them but not this one.
He took a step back now, as much for himself as for his fearful patient. "There." He declared simply. "I haven't got any plants to help, but it wasn't too deep, should heal ok on its own." He was hardly the most pleasant of healers really, no introduction or small-talk, just quietly working and even now not asking how she was feeling or warning her to be more careful. In fact, the rude boy was just about ready to turn around and continue on with his walk, pausing only briefly to remember some semblance of manners. "Bye." And with that he turned away to walk once more.
