Verissa couldn't help but keep her attention on the woman, watching everything, from the way her eyes moved like a curious child's, but with the wisdom to understand what she was seeing, like an elderly man. It was pretty difficult to determine the age of an aaenshi, there were many alive from before the death of magic, and even some of those were deemed young among their kind. She watched her dig through his things, wondering if she had a special relationship with Asher, or if there simply was no privacy among these people. It was nice to be able to talk to someone, after all that she'd been through. Maybe that was why her mouth spilled like a waterfall. Maybe it was just helping her ignore the shock of what had happened to her. 

The woman began boiling water, Verissa watching her, finding herself wondering if they'd made it themselves, or stolen it. Probably the latter. There was nothing heroic or impressive of taking from others, her father had taught her that. A proper person made their own way. When her bag was handed to her, Verissa grabbed it gently and set it next to her, away from her pups. Her pups were staring at the woman more curiously after her little whuff rather than threateningly or having been intimidated, as if they understood what she said, but still didn't get it. Listening still, the blonde definitely preferred to stay in her line of work versus... something else. 

The name Ozlo was mentioned again, and Verissa was almost positive he was the Warlord now. She paid close attention, trying to learn as many of the customs as she could. Warriors were expected to present themselves to the Warlord after a raid, unless severely injured. Killing a Sergeant was an honor. Then Verissa heard the challenge presented to her. The woman was going to clean her back, so she slowly, wincing at the pain, lifted her shirt up and off. She knew her breast wraps would be in the way, so she undid those too, hoping Asher wouldn't return until she was dressed again. 

Then her mind went to work. She tried to think back from what she saw, since she didn't spend any proper time examining him. When he'd dismounted from the horse, he'd winced in pain. She suspected leg wounds, but didn't remember seeing any blood. So probably just deep bruising. The gash on his neck was the most prominent. She'd seen it back at her shop, when the silo flared up, lighting the area. It couldn't have hit the artery, or he'd already be dead. It was definitely the most pressing. He'd had bruising around his face as well, but again, no big deal.

[color=f6989d][i][b]"The bruising on his legs and face can be ignored. They'll heal fine on their own, and I doubt he'd want any painkilling herbs. The slash on his neck though is concerning. He's lost a good deal of blood already..."[/b][/i][/color] Already rummaging through her pack, pulling her kit out and opening it. She pulled out several ingredients, setting them aside. [color=f6989d][i][b]"I'd make a tea from purple coneflower leaves, feverfew leaves, elderberries, and honey, to give him to drink. Will reduce pain, prevent fever, help him heal, and help keep him from passing out from blood loss."[/b][/i][/color] Rummaging through her kit once more, [color=f6989d][i][b]"And more honey, lavender flowers, marigold petals, dried, powdered, and boiled with the honey."[/b][/i][/color] 

She pulled out the leaves and petals and her mortar and pestle. She filled the mortar about one-third of the way and pressed the pestle into it and began twisting, holding the mortar firmly in her opposite hand. Twisting and twisting, until she could feel the powder within. She peered in, happy with the results, and dumped the powder into a bowl from her kit. She repeated this process until she felt she had enough for the wound. 

[color=f6989d][i][b]"Once the salve is boiled down, and cooled, the wound is ready to be cleaned. I personally prefer to boil salted water, though some like wine. Once the salt water is boiled, with rags dipped waiting in it, I'd scrub the wound clean, of dried and sticky blood, any debris that may have gotten in it, and then any dead flesh. I'd determine how bad the bleeding is, and see if needed to..."[/b][/i][/color] she paused, realizing that lately she'd been using her magic to stop bleeding so she could work, [color=f6989d][i][b]"uh, sear it. His wound isn't bad enough for that though. Once cleaned, I'd apply the wound generously to the flesh within the wound. Then I'd prepare to stitch him up, after recleaning the needle and thread in the salt water. Depending how deep it is, I'd use a simple interrupted stitch if shallower, or vertical mattress stitching if deeper. Once stitched up, and put more salve over the stitches, a light layer, and bandage over it. After the first day or two of salve and bandage changes, I'd switch him to just bandages. I'd also not let him have any beer or wine for the first day or two, don't need him bleeding more. When the wound is nearly healed, I'd remove the stitches so as to minimize the scarring."[/b][/i][/color]

She had delved so quickly into her explanation that she hadn't even noticed the brave comment. She looked down at the floor before her, seeing that she had everything ready to treat him whenever he came back, that she just needed to boil the tea and salve, and the skin of salt water. She hesitated for a moment, before she had just one question for the woman, [color=f6989d][i][b]"Is... is he going to rape me? I'm still... I've never been with a man."[/b][/i][/color]