[Oh, that is not good. As glad as she is that he is still conscious, the amount of blood loss was nothing to shake a stick at, and the pallor to his skin and brow... Once she had dismounted Isengrim she pulled her medical bag from across the canine's haunches, patting it before she hurriedly tottered over to Badou, unnaturally small feet unsteady and almost pitching forward when she stepped on a root but she managed to stay upright until she reached his side, only then sinking to her knees beside him and without a by your leave beginning to peel back his clothing from his wounds in order to examine them closer.]
I hear that quite often.
[At least he was well enough to be cracking wise? Still- she had hoped to avoid using the limited magic in her possession, but this wasn't the time for stinginess. Not with this many open wounds, and one dangerously close to an artery...]
What did this to you?
[She was pulling out potion vials, bandages, a bundle of herbs, a needle and thread.]
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I hear that quite often.
[At least he was well enough to be cracking wise? Still- she had hoped to avoid using the limited magic in her possession, but this wasn't the time for stinginess. Not with this many open wounds, and one dangerously close to an artery...]
What did this to you?
[She was pulling out potion vials, bandages, a bundle of herbs, a needle and thread.]