There were many things that Shenzi had said that gave Verissa much to think about. Ash held a very prominent position in the tribe. That was when she realized that she didn't even know which tribe this was. Great. That wasn't just something she could ask anyone, it would probably offend them terribly. And if her new... master were so important, she didn't want to embarrass him, if only so she wouldn't be punished for it. 

The fact that the woman had so many students was impressive. Verissa couldn't imagine trying to teach so many people anything. Not having a business was such a... foreign concept. Business was... well it was everything in Ebonfort. It was how they sustained their way of life, and yet, here, here was another culture surviving and thriving without it. Then the woman mentioned magic, and Verissa immediately stiffened.

The woman had said that they don't push mages into hiding, and she wanted to trust her. But that was her one secret. Her... security blanket, her ace in the hole. But, part of her wanted to bring it in the open, to be able to practice it freely, to learn more about it without the fear of death. It was definitely something she'd have to consider.

When she said that she was sure that Verissa would work with her and the other healers, Verissa felt a wave of relief. At least she'd have something familiar to help get her through the day. 

Then her new master arrived, a wolf in the hen house. Verissa could see the exhaustion in his eyes, behind the scowl. He immediately began talking in his native tongue, leaving Verissa completely in the dark. She saw him reveal some food, and that was when she realized how hungry she herself was. At the festival she'd had a lot of wine, but not much in the way of actual food. She wasn't sure how many stretches had passed since then. Verissa quickly realized that Shenzi was speaking in Common again, and complimenting her. And gave the request for Verissa to come to her in the morning. She'd have to thank her if he allowed it to happen.

And before Verissa could give her name, the healer was gone. And it was just the slave and the master. When he spoke, he said something that made her a bit happier. He'd remembered food for her pups. She nodded, muttering a barely inaudible, [color=f6989d][b]"Thank you."[/b][/color] She saw the paleness in his face, watching him undress. This wasn't for any intimate desire, but as a medic, to determine the extent of his injuries. He was incredibly fit and strong, that much was very evident. A nasty set of bruises were along his ribs and arm, the wound on his neck still oozing, albeit slowly. She watched him attempting to clean himself, doing a very poor job, eliciting a frown from the woman. 

When he reached for the ale mug and set it atop of a barrel, she knew she needed to take charge of her patient, regardless of being his slave. She moved over to the mug, grabbed it, and moved to the table. She filled it with the herbal tea, still steaming, and set it next to the chair she'd set by the table. She took a deep breath, mustering her courage, that she'd used for helping unruly patients. As stern as she could muster, [color=f6989d][b]"Sit. No ale. Ale will make your wound worse. Drink the tea, it will help. I will fix you up."[/b][/color] She attempted to couple her stern tone with a commanding look. 

She then grabbed some of the meat he'd brought, and set it down for her pups to eat while she worked. Moving behind him, she grabbed a rag, and started scrubbing at the uninjured skin first. Once that was all clean, she began scrubbing at the wound, changing out the rags as needed, as the dried and sticky blood was washed away. The wound was wide but not as deep, the flesh and muscle not terribly damaged. She generously applied the salve, coating the inside of the wound, happy that it wasn't bleeding and oozing as much as it could've been. She cleaned her hands, then grabbed her needle and suture string. Pinching the skin lightly on one side of the wound, she inserted the curved needle, pushing it down into the flesh. She then pushed it across the chasm of the wound, and into the flesh of the opposite side and upward through the skin.

She then prepared for a doctor's knot. She took one length of the line, and put it parallel with the other, curving them both about, one longer than the other. She then led them together with the curve, then down beneath the loop and upward through it. She crossed them both back over the loop and down once more, coming back up through again. She then pulled it tight, making sure that it was tied to one side of the wound rather than over it. She cut the excess, and began doing it again, further up. She continued in this fashion, until she was done. She put a thin coat of salve over it, then bandaging it up, wrapping around that side of his neck, across his chest, under his opposite arm pit, and up over his back. 

[color=f6989d][b]"You need to take it easy to not tear those open. No ale or wine for a couple days, drinking can make the bleeding worse. I'll change your bandages and check it in the morning."[/b][/color] This was not a request, but a statement of fact from a medical professional. She then cleaned up everything, putting away her tools and ingredients, cleaning out his bowls and such, putting them away. Once everything was cleaned, then, and only then did she grab her food. She could've warmed it up, but the weariness was wearing on her, and everything was already cleaned. She ate slowly, watching him in silence, waiting for anything, be it a command or refusal of her advice. She wasn't sure what to do next, nor what she could expect. Her pups had already finished eating, and were sleeping at her feet.