Daniel watched her every move closely. 

[b]"I only take a life if that life be aiming t' take mine own."[/b] He responded curtly. It was certainly a part of the job he didn't like. He had valor once, as a part of the king's navy. They were taught many good and many corrupt things. He wouldn't have known it at the time, being on the other side of the fence has a tendency to put many things into perspective. He lived by a dirty code now, he understood its purpose but hated the grime that accompanied it. 

[b]"An' 'bout yer bonds, I been given orders not t' touch 'em. C'n treat an'thin' else an' 'round 'em though."[/b] Daniel planned to do as much as he could for the woman. Standing up now he moved close to her, all the while keeping his hands in her field of vision. [b]"I'm gon' t' take a good look at 'ese wounds."[/b] he articulated. He bent down now and gently ran his hands around the wounds, pressing around and on them to evaluate her pain. He had one of her guards bring a lamp close so he could get a good look at the colour of the wounds and flesh. 

[b]"Ye be in luck. I think I c'n help mayhap."[/b] Daniel quickly moved back to his pack and separated what he would need while sending another guard off to fetch the rest of the supplies he would need. [b]"I'm gon' clean ye up, sew a few o' yer wounds close an' bandage ye up. Don' cast a care at the fever either, ye'll be 'right soon enough."[/b] The guard returned with the supplies he needed. 

[b]"'ere, drink this."[/b] he said, uncorking a cloudy bottle with bronze liquid in it. [b]"t' dull the pain."[/b] He brought the mouth of the bottle to her lips and awaited for her to accept it or pull away.