Iulia, having had her eyes tightly shut the whole ride lest she throw up, blinked in shock when they went out onto the open plains.
"Oh, dear. What... How..." Her eyes were huge and full of tears. "What from Jupiter to Pluto were you thinking, Iulia, allowing yourself to go with this madman?!" She spoke quietly to herself in Etruscan. Then she shook her head and smiled, albeit a bit forcedly, at Aiden. "Why did you bring me?" She asked quietly, switching back to Celtic. "I know nothing about surviving out here. I'll just be a burden on you." She took off her medicine satchel, which was miraculously still looped over her shoulder, and motioned to Aiden to turn around. She hissed at the sight of his bloody, torn back. What, had the guards used a whip with iron spikes on it?
Probably. It was a flogging demanded by the emperor, so probably they would have used the cruelest whip they'd had. In this case it looked like multiple tails, probably four or five, and iron-reinforced tips on each. Most likely no poison, but maybe some sort of healing inhibitor. They weren't that hard to make, and it was pretty simple to infuse them into iron. Just quench the metal in whatever the potion is, rather than in water, and the potion will be in essence "baked" in.
She took her handkerchief and a waterskin and lightly rinsed the dirt and blood off of Aiden's back. She took some of her ointments and applied them to his back, one to discourage infection and another to promote healing. "Sorry, sorry, I'm trying to be gentle." She murmured as she worked, knowing that both medicines stung pretty badly. "I'm sorry." She folded up some spare handkerchiefs to make a pad, and after a moments consideration, took off her palla and folded it and tied it around Aiden's torso to hold the handkerchief pads in place. Then she had to giggle, despite herself, for the man looked rather ridiculous with the brilliant silver-and-blue cloth tied in a bow around his torso. But it would work for the moment.