There was no way Daniel was just going to leave such a precious piece on the table. The lady would have to come ask him herself. Daniel still didn't know his purpose here but since no other doctor/carpenter had emerged, he guessed he was here to do his trade. Still unsure of his fate, he was not giving up Avery's prize. Daniel made a rude kind of scoffing sound to himself, about the situation and to the disgust he felt at such a suggestion.

[b][b]"Aye."[/b][/b] he said in acknowledgement to Bane's comment. He had never touched a woman if she had not wanted him to. Some men reveled in the screams but he did not. The few times he was unable to help a woman in that situation, their screams haunted him. Unfortunately, he had to look out for his own neck. Daniel would rather not dance the dead man's jig anytime soon, or at all for that matter. 

Daniel looked back to Avery. If she was going to heal herself, as insane as that was. It certainly shook him to see her transform and now heal herself. As a pirate though, there was much that most thought legend that was found to be true. Damn sheltered soles, they were so lucky... yet left completely unprepared for when pirates attacked a port. Clearing his mind, he pulled a dagger from his side. He quickly cut open her dressings and cut the stitches free before they were fused into her skin permanently. 

[b]"There ye go Cap'n."[/b] He checked her pulse one last time, it was normal and she breathed easily. Daniel packed up his supplies to go sit on the poop deck and see if anyone else required his aid. He may as well and it would be a good way to kill time. Using only necessary force, Daniel made his way through the doors and down the stars to the poop deck. Placing his belongings beside him, he sat on the last step and watched the crew.