Even though she could read and write, Fall had just signed with an X at the recruiting station. Autumn could read, as was right for the daughter of a merchant. It was just something else to distance this quiet but cheerful girl from the one that had walked away from that bloody battle. She'd come in during the middle of the recruiting and gotten into the camp much easier than expected and without crossing any of her old comrades.

Now she smiled as she worked, a bone needle and catgut thread closing up a still bleeding gash in a mans face. Her long gauntlets were tossed over her left shoulder and her fingers appeared to be hesitant as they made crooked stitches along his jawline. It was going to leave a very ugly scar. The clumsiness was an act. A simple cut like this was something she could take care of in just a minute with stitches so neat as to look almost artistic.

"It would really be better if you had gone to a proper healer, even if you would have gotten into shit for fighting. I told you I could, not that I was good at it."

The fellow grimaced as she jabbed him once before the needle found it's mark.

"I would have gone to that cook but she's disappeared with that northern sergeant."

He'd gotten onto the wrong side of some other recruits and come off a little the worse for wear with a cut face and bruised pride. Fall had been in the scuffle and come off with no more than bruises. This one was the only person to need actual medical attention. She treated him as an equal, another new recruit. Making friends to keep her distant from the veterans would be a smart move going forward.

After one last knot she cut the thread and dropped the needle back into a small leather belt pouch. She patted him on the shoulder.

"Now try not to make a fool of yourself again."