Ridahne was unsurprised the hawk wasn't keen on going with anyone else. It was panicked clearly, but also Darin as the Seed Bearer had a connection with nature and animals that no one else did. It just seemed right to her, so when the human announced she was taking him with, Ridahne simply nodded. Besides, they were excellent companions and could be trained in a variety of tasks. Mitaja already hunted for Ridahne and sparing some for a hawk would be no big deal. 

Ridahne went off to the kitchens and asked after the butcher to find some meat scraps cut into little chunks for the bird. It was rabbit, which was perfect. She wrapped the bits in a little piece of cloth and went upstairs to fetch her aid kit. Now that she thought about it, now would be the time to get anything that was running low replenished, so she took stock of what she had left and then went in search of more supplies. She'd hoped that with a group of Azurei living here, someone would have made the traditional salve already. After speaking with an Orosi man about it, he informed her that they had a large jar of salve, but it was not the Azurei variety. The Orosi also had a version that was honey based, though some of the other ingredients were different and, according to him, better. She refilled her wooden container with it and went out to find Darin. 

She'd gotten even more cut up, and Ridahne made a mental note that if they were going to keep this bird, Darin needed some leathers. "Come, sit," she said in her no-nonsense kind of way as she spread her tools across a little table inside the farmhouse. Though the arm wound was by far the deeper and more severe, Ridahne simply put a cloth over it to stop the bleeding for the time being, and treated the cut on her face first. It didn't require stitches, but she made sure her face was clean before smearing the salve liberally over it. "Try to keep that on there as long as you can," she instructed, then lifted the cloth on her arm and began treating that. 

Ridahne prepared the needle and thread, made sure the wound was good and clean, and then she took her flask of whiskey and set it on the table. "If you want it, do it now. I'll make Mitaja hold  you down if you squirm..." Ridahne teased, smiling a little, then with steady hands she began to sew Darin back together. Evidently she'd done this many, many times and could do it quickly without her hands shaking. She tied off the knot, trimmed the thread, globbed on the salve, and wrapped the wound up in clean linen.

"There we go. Good as new. While we're at it, let's see your shoulder..." Ridahne hooked a finger around the collar of Darin's shirt and pulled it aside. It looked good for only being a few days old. And the stitches hadn't come out yet, which was impressive considering they'd been on the road. Ridahne nodded, satisfied, and put salve on that too. "By the Tree, I think you might just live." The delivery was dry but it was very clearly meant to be lighthearted. There was even a little smile on her face. "So, do  you know much about hawks? I only know a little--only rich people back home kept them as partners. But I know they like rabbit. Here," She proffered the little cloth bundle of meat scraps. "Thought about what you'll name him?"