Maria looked up at Mina, her eyes away from her bowl, but her hands still moving the herbs around. [b]"I'm not so sure mixing two thing would be good. I don't know what properties you're dragon's scales have and how they would react to what I'm already making for him..."[/b] She said, her brow furrowed. She sighed and smiled sweetly. [b]"Let me see what I can do."[/b] She told Mina and then took the paste from her, setting it down in front of her, between herself and Mat. She turned and grabbed the wet cloth and was about to start dabbing it on Mat's wound when she noticed how cold it was. She eyed it carefully. How was she going to warm it up? She could use Elián's breath, but that's too much sand, it would only hurt him. 

She sat for a moment before a thought came to her. With a quick smile and a sharp eye, she grabbed her bag and dumped everything out. Several items fell out of the bag, most of the medical supplies, some of them things she'd forgotten she'd even put in there, like little trinkets. She'd have to sort that later. She stood, with the bag in her hand and placed the wet cloth inside. She noticed Tali, standing nearby, watching. [b]"If you want to go help, go ahead. I've got some herbs made up and a few supplies out so that I can stitch him up. All he really needs is for someone to be close by. Why don't you try go over to him and talking? I'll bet Thresher wouldn't mind the company either. Let him know it'll be okay." She told the other female and clutched the bag. She closed it tightly and walked over to Elián. [b]"Hey, would you mind heating this bag up for me?"[/b] She asked, looking up at him. His head was inside the cave, watching over everyone. His eyes narrowed at her but then she felt him soften up. 

[i]Sure. Just come out here. I don't want to hurt anyone inside.[/i] She walked out, following Elián as they walked a few paces away from the cave. She placed the bag down and then stepped away.

[b]"Just don't burn the bag okay? I like that bag."[/b]

[i]I'll try my best, ma'am.[/i]

[b]"Oh, don't you use that tone with me. I'm asking nicely."[/b] She exclaimed and then watched as he rolled his eyes. He bent down and blew a small puff of air at the bag. A good bit of sand came out, floating around softly. She sighed and then walked over to pick up the bag. She was used to this by now, so the heat of the bag didn't bother her. She could feel Elián following her back slowly. [b]Thanks...[/b] 

[i]Mmm...[/i] She set the bag down and sat down with it. With a quick hand, she pulled the bag open and pulled out the cloth. It was warm, but not enough so that it would be dry. [b]"Perfect."[/b] She mumbled, a smile on her face. She took the cloth and with ease, began dabbing at Mat's wounds. After a few moments, when she thought the wound was sufficiently clean, she got back up and took out a small needle. It also needed to be sanitized. She walked back over to Elián motioning to him to follow her again. He rolled his eyes again but followed. 

He was, believe it or not, happy to be of use rather than sitting over there useless. Maybe if Maria were to be in trouble he wouldn't be so useless after all. She set the needle down and waited for Elián to blow on it. Sand spurted out of his nostrils. While she waited, she stuck her hands in the cold water of the nearby river and cleaned her hands. She picked up the needle, using her clothes so that she wouldn't burn herself and then made her way back to Mat. 

She sat down and with a calm air about her, began to prepare the needle and stitching thread. She looked up at Thresher when she was done. [b]"It's going to hurt. He might scream. I don't want you to freak out. It needs to be done. If only for these two gashes."[/b] With that, she began to suture his wounds.