Contrary to popular belief among the other knights in the Order, Kaathe was not entirely heartless. He didn't care if someone died or was killed in battle, yes. In fact, he'd probably leave the blame of their death on those who had died for allowing themselves to get into a situation that led them to their deaths. However, he was a knight of the Order, and as such he would help those that needed it...outside of battle, of course.

Cythlla's bear friend, Henry, had agreed that she needed a bit of help treating the dagger wound. Cythlla herself shyly followed up. Kaathe watched as the two sat down, Henry acting as a backrest for Cythlla. The wound on the girl wasn't that bad, but infection and frostbite would make things a lot worse if not treated soon. The effects of that pulse still felt in effect, so asking their white mage to zap the wound away was out of the question for now.

Kaathe looked around, muttering,

"[color=0054a6]Thanermere, Hm? This time of year...[/color]"

For a moment, the dark elf walked away, back to the trees. He bent down, looked for a moment, and picked up a stick and a flower before returning to the shovel-wielding knightess. Kaathe took off his spear and crossbow in order to reach a pack on his armor. From it, he took out a small bowl and a tool that looked as if it would be used to crush and grind things.

He placed the flower into the bowl, and used the tool to crush and grind the flower. As he did, he decided to talk a bit.

"[color=0054a6]Did you know that this flower I'm crushing only blooms this time of year? It's actually a good ingredient for medicines, and can easily be made into a special ointment. Problem is, the recipe's a bit strange.[/color]"

Once he finished crushing the flower, Kaathe took out his water pouch and poured a bit into the bowl. Once that was done, he took off one of his gauntlets, and then his dagger after that. He made a cut across his bare palm. He squeezed a bit of his blood into the bowl of water and crushed flower. He took the stick from earlier, and began mixing them all together.

"[color=0054a6]A knight I knew before taught it to me. The flower, mixed with water and blood, can become a unique ointment that can help heal wounds, and disinfect them in the process.[/color]"

Once the mixture was nice and thick, Kaathe took off his other gauntlet,  and started applying the ointment to Cythlla's dagger-wound. Once it was properly applied, the dark elf ripped off the cloth from his now-exposed sleeve. He tied it around the girl's wound to further ensure that outside influences wouldn't become problems.

He then did the same with to his own palm, using what was left of the ointment, and his other exposed sleeve. While he treated his self-inflicted cut, he looked at the girl and her bear. He grinned softly and chuckled a bit.

"[color=0054a6]Don't take this the wrong way, Cythlla. We'll all be dead or dying before you know it. Let's try not to rush to the inevitable so soon, alright?[/color]"

Once all was done, Kaathe put all his things away, save for the bowl with the small amount of remaining ointment. For. Moment, he paused and had a thinking look about him. Then, he suddenly thought aloud to himself.

"[color=0054a6]Hm...I wonder what happened to that knight? He was sent with some others to get rid of a rampaging wyvern, and never came back.[/color]"

[@Cuccoruler]