Phill, Andrew and Talbot were lucky not to anger the prince, and he even offered help, he truly was the only one worthy to be king of the desolate land of Plegia, apart from the current king, that aside, Phill took the salve and dismounted Andrew, he took a piece of leather from his reins and gave it to Talbot, "Talbot, this will hurt, and I'm not one fore delicacy but, Ambra is nowhere to be found and we should treat you right away, bite on this" Talbot still looked lost and in pain so Phill helped him down from Andrew and tore Talbots robe to reveal the full extent of the burn and jammed the leather in his mouth as he first poured water from his pouch to clean his hands and the sand from the wound, then he began to apply the salve to Talbots arm, the man tensed up and bit hard on the leather, Phills hands, even without armor were rough, fines wasn't his strong suit after all. "Bear with me, when I finish we'll find Ambra and have her patch you up good " Phill's mind drifted a little, were Silas and Talbot ok? They were archers and had the upper hand but, that didn't mean they were prepared for battle, even he dashed outside without much armor but his breastplate, passing his hand too firmly through Talbot’s arm caused him to come back to the task at hand as Talbot expressed his increased pain accordingly “Just a bit more friend, after this get on Andrew and I’ll protect you, well find your friends”