Her cheeks flashed red at his remark, as he carried her all the way to the village.
Sadly the doctor wasn't in, but that didn't stop Malcom from busting down the door, to which Selene could barely believe her eyes.
Outside the commotion had started and some had gone to inform and fetch the doctor.
As he placed her the doctor's bed Selene could barely get two words in.
"Malcom calm down, he'll be here in a few moments I'm sure..." Before she watched him tear up the house for supplies.
She was about to protest even louder when he placed the strip of leather in her mouth to bite on, making her realize he wasn't going to wait.
As the fluid was poured over her wounds she could barely hold still.
"WHAT THE DEVIL IS GOING ON HERE!" Doctor Faustly spoke as he hurried inside, finding the pair. His spectacles fogged up from the running he had just done.
"I suggest you step aside lad. No offense, but as the young lady is part of the village I do not want to see her care butchered up." He said as he made his way towards them and regarded the would with a careful eye and shook his head at him.
"Devildogs?" He asked looking rather concerned about something. 
"Next time clean the wound first." Was his stern yet fatherly reply, before turning to Selene speaking in a much softer tone.
"My dear this will need stitches. So I will need you to be brave and keep looking and holding his hand." He suggested, before he shifted and told the man to sit on the otherside of the bed and keep her occupied. 
Doctor Faustly opened up a drawer looking around for his steriled set of needles and some thread.
Selene grabbed hold of Malcoms hand trying to not look at what the doctor was about to do.
Still it hurt like hell, she squeezed into Malcom's hand looking at him with pleading eyes, but knowing she had to allow the doctor to do his job.
The leg seemed less drastic, and only required two small stitches. Her arm however held more than 10. 
He bandaged them up with clean wraps and told Selene to take it easy for a while. She would need to rest and recover and got a salve for the pain and itching as well as a tea to sleep better.
"There you go my dear, now I suggest your friend borrows a mule from Jeremiah unless he intends to carry you all the way back to Ramsley Farm." He said with a teasing smile, before turning to Malcom.
"Next time, I'd prefer if you didn't tear up the place like a hurricane, but instead look with a bit more care. Some of the bottles contain hard to get ingredients that are a hard to replace." He said as he took his glasses off to clean them with his hankerchief.
"Lady Weaver will be needing your assistance too, doctor. She got attacked too." Selene told him worriedly.
"Not another...I wonder if they simply escaped their Farlander masters. It is all most troubling. First the Millerboy, then you and now you tell me poor Maggie Weaver was attacked as well? I shall have to inform the other Elders of this. We might need to set a watch upon the border again." The doctor stated before he dismissed them and suggested they should head home.