Daniel's hands were skillful though a bit rough. He worked as fast as he could, trying to inflict as little pain as possible. He re-opened what he could to set it right, digging away any crusted puss or debris. Daniel drizzled the clear alcohol in the deepest and most infected wounds with a rag, being careful to clear away blood as puss as he went. He pressed and spread the salve into and around the immediate area of her wounds, wrapping them in fairly clean cloth. He tied each knot, spread just enough salve with care and purpose. The wounds that needed a stitch or two were swiftly sewn up, though sure to leave a nice scar. 

[b]"I get by."[/b] Daniel said simply, answering her question as a passing comment. Yes, he hated it here. No, this was not his first choice of where he wanted to be and it never was. A ship was not his home despite all the years he had spent aboard one. His answer was in fact as much the simple truth as it was vaguely flippant. He continued to work on her wounds, beads of sweat slipping down his neck. He knew better than to voice his opinion with two loyal crewmen here supervising the two. She was also a strange pirate to him, how could he trust her with such potentially devastating information? 

[b]"Almost done Miss Shadows."[/b] he said, moving to less severe areas of injury. [b]"th' worst is over."[/b] He was glad he was done under the chains, relieved that he was able to work in that area without taking off the bonds. It took quite a bit of work and shimmying, his own hands cut from the metal. He could only imagine what he put her through. Finally he came to the end of his work, wiping the last bit of salve just under her eye where she had bruised and one of the captain's rings had split her skin.

[b]"'ere ye go, a fine job."[/b] Daniel was pleased with his work, marking her paled face. [b]"I did warn ye 'bout th' pain."[/b] He said, about as much of an apology as he could comfortably say in front of other crewmen. Daniel placed his hand open in front of her mouth for her to spit the small piece of wood into. He wouldn't have been surprised if it had been badly splintered from her teeth. The woman could hiss. [b]"Ye may want t' spit."[/b] he suggested, meaning for her to be careful not to swallow any splinters from the wood.