"Just something I've read from a book." She took care of the man's wounds as if second nature. She had never. . . Actually applied these techniques before. Sure she had discussed them at length with someone before, but. . . This was different for her. She was just glad that the man wasn't bleeding out anymore. She looked towards the new person and their talents at fixing up a wound. It looked a little less patchwork than the job she did, though perhaps the results were not quite the same. When this newcomer spoke to her she was a bit surprised, “That was very well done. Shall I assume that you're the medic of the group then?”

Lyrisa had to laugh at that a little. She was no medic, nor healer. She was just a simple scholar. Maybe simple wasn't the adjective she was looking for. "Not exactly. I'm not wearing the robes now, but I'm actually part of the Scribes. I read about treatment somewhere before and just applied what a learned in a more present situation" She got her smug look back as she continued a small bit, noticing the horse, Odysseus was it, motioning her to Leifr's warmare. "I'm just you average genius seventeen year old girl I suppose."

She took a look at the horses wounds. "I just got lucky with the creep. I could try but it might not work out so well this time." She looked to the newcomer, whom she had yet to learn a name from. "Hey, you. New person. You got a name? Think you could try and patch up this horse real quick?" Her tone came out a bit more rough than she intended. She didn't care in the long run, but it was never good to be like that in a first encounter.