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While he was still willing to help, Soren's attitude... Wasn't the best. His tone and the way he spoke as he 'explained' to Eirún what he was doing as if she was some kind of primitive being was just infuriating. For someone who acted so condescendingly, it was honestly surprising that it seemed to be his first time meeting a mute person... Or at least he acted like so.

The moment he was about to put the ointment on her, Eirún stopped him, raising her hand and pointing towards the bandage. Even though he seemed to be willing to help, that didn't mean Eirún trusted him enough to care for her wounds. Especially with an ointment she had no way of knowing what it was made of. His last comment, particularly about her not being able to whine if her wound got infected was enough for her to look at him with a furious stare. With the tip of her blade, Eirún quickly wrote a message on the ground in front of Soren before taking the bandage and turning her back on him.

[b][i]"Mute doesn't mean stupid."[/i][/b]

While Brigitte talked with Avi and Illaria, Eirún herself began wandering around the area where the group stopped. With sharp eyes, she sweeped the forest, looking for some of the many plants she was taught about by both Grandmother Krumholz and the other elders from her tribe. The easiest one to find were a bunch of clumped up, small, white flowers. Those were common enough that you could sometimes easily see it growing among bushes. The trickiest one though, was a specific type of moss. Fluffy and with a soft, lighter green color than normal moss, the places it often grew were very specific. Without a stream or pond nearby, Eirún spent the majority of the time searching for bushes that were partially covered by a thin layer of snow. With some luck, she was able to find a small patch of the light-green, fluffy moss after wandering a few steps away from where the group was. 

Carefully unwrapping the bandages from around her torso and thigh, she crushed the clumped up white flowers between her hands, delicately putting half of them over the wound in her torso and the other half over the puncture wound in her thigh. With that done, she proceeded to clean the fluffy green moss, discarding the muddied bottom. Separating the remaining moss into two clumps, she put it over the crushed flowers, gently covering the wound before wrapping the bandages once again. According to what she was taught, the moss was good both for absorbing fluids to keep the wound clean and a good way to prevent them from infecting. In another hand, the white flowers, when crushed were a very good way to stop bleeding, preventing infection and also helping the wound to heal faster.

While the pain was still there, particularly regarding the puncture wound in her thigh, as long as she didn't overexert herself, it was tolerable. In emergencies, she could still fight in the same way she did against the iron mage by using her good leg, but it would sap her stamina much more than it would if she fought normally.

Turning her attention to Brigitte, Eirún nodded as she mention wanting her and Aslan to scout. Indicating that the wound wouldn't be that much of a problem for now.

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