"But you didn't owe me anything. I owed it to you, since my father killed so many of your fellows." She covered her mouth, embarrassed by her forwardness, and eagerly changed the subject. "Oh, dear. You can't keep holding your own arm up like that. Wait, I've got an idea..." She untied the ridiculous-looking bow, repositioned the cloth, and wrapped it so that it would serve as a sling for the man's broken arm as well as holding the bandages in place. There wasn't quite enough slack to tie a knot, however, so she did the next best thing.
Bowing her head before the man, for both of her hands were holding several pleats of cloth, and if she let go of any of them the rest would come undone too. "Take some of my hairpins out, please. I'm going to try to pin the cloth in place."