"Consider yourself quite welcome, and please, call me Traben," he said, his own emerald eyes flashing to meet the woman's. Now that the difficult part was out of the way, he took the time to notice the body he worked on. She was certainly shapely, and almost may as well have been nude. Having run with druids in the past that wore less, this bothered him little. There was no harm in letting the woman think her outfit was having the desired effect, so he turned his head and let a smirk for behind a curtain of shoulder-length dark hair, not quite hidden. Besides, if she was putting it on display so freely, who was he not to appreciate it.

"Sorceress, would you happen to know of any healers in this group?" he asked the other woman, "Or anywhere we could find one?" His own skill with medical treatments was not so good that he could be completely confident in just bandaging up the wound. He doubted the hurt woman would protest about his thoroughness in that either.