Rub-a-dub-dub Hati in the tub

She'd continue to dress his wounds with what she'd brought with her. She was certain the bigger ones would need to stay open, the infection would need to drain out. She'd speak when she didn't have anything in her mouth, she was almost finished as he replied. Maybe it was just dehydration, she wouldn't put it past him. "It is a good possibility," He'd been the one to smash up his head? Well she was sure that wouldn't be very good. Valen was quick to agree with her, on more ways than one. The likelihood of him allowing anyone to dress his wounds was slim to none. He assured her though, he'd happily hold him down when the time came to fix him. "I could also drug him pretty heavily, though it doesn't sound like you would have as much fun." She'd smile as she shook her head and looked back down at the unconscious being. "Where do you plan on keeping him?" He'd be better off in a quiet den where he could wake up on his own and not be in immediate danger to himself. Would Valen go as far as to guard a door?
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