The doctor quickly started to work on the captain's wounds. He cleaned the wound out and then stitched it closed again, even though the captain had to bite down on a wooden dowel to endure the pain. His old hands were impersonal and caring, as he worked his magic. Withing half an hour, the captain was resting again, with a wide bandage around her middle. He had the baroness's servants brew a special tea for the pain, and as she took it, the captain would find herself feeling sleepy. Roger stood vigil over her, unwilling to leave until she was taken care of, and the baroness stayed with him as well, for proprieties sake.