Elle set the needle to the side for the time being, gingerly unwrapping the makeshift bandages that were still crudely secured to his side. Thankfully, it had stopped bleeding long ago, but it didn't look much better than when she had first wrapped it. She dipped the towel in the water and wrung it out, gently pressing it to his side to clean up any blood and dirt. She could already smell the iron in the air again, which reminded her she should probably work quickly lest she should become pitifully intoxicated off of nothing again. Her cheeks colored slightly out of embarrassment at the memory of her conduct, still mentally kicking herself for acting like a five year old. 

Once she was satisfied that the wound was fairly clear of dirt, she picked up the needle and thread again. She sat on the floor so that she was more eye level with the gash, planting on elbow on his thigh and the other on the bed to keep her hands steady. [color=00B2EE]"This is going to sting a bit,"[/color] she warned, lightly pinching together the corners of the gash and carefully beginning the stitching process. Considering the size and severity of the stab, it was going to take some time to sew it up right.[color=00B2EE] "The good news is," [/color]she said, mostly to distract him from the bite of the needle, [color=00B2EE]"that it's fairly clean, so we should be able to take the stitches out in a few days at least." [/color]Although, it could be less, since he wasn't exactly entirely human. A wound like that would put anyone in bed for days, and he had walked down a mountain within minutes of receiving it. It was pretty impressive, and it made her all the more curious about her half-mer companion. 

[color=00B2EE]"So," [/color]she began after a pause, [color=00B2EE]"I gather you're not a native to Skyrim either. Where are you from?" [/color]she asked, all the while blue eyes focused on gingerly stitching the gash on his side. She figured he wasn't typically one for small talk, but she wanted to ask anyway.