G A R E T H
Gareth worked as swiftly as he dared, moving from one wound to the next. The fact that the woman moved to cover her face did not elude him, but he made no comment. If he’d had a wrap of leather or something else for her to bite on, he would have given it to her. He still might try to scrounge up something, if she was responding to the exterior cleaning this way. Even through the warmth of the bandage he could tell that the flesh was burning to the touch, red and swollen. He frowned, looking at the more injured limb. He had decided to start with the smaller wounds to help her build a tolerance to his prodding, as he would with any patient, but as he worked his way towards the bite mark, he could see that it was worse than he initially anticipated.
The joint was inflamed from both use and infection. The cold had done much to keep her from feeling, but he knew that as the fire continued to warm her bones she would be in agony. He chastised himself, for walking her so long, for not having been closer to home, for not having the right herbs to truly help her heal. He amended his timeline once more. Three days. He would keep her here for three days before they started again. And that would only be if she could stomach the trek down the mountain. His home was perhaps a days travel from the cave in the best of conditions, but with the blizzard as well as her injury it would easily be double that.
The chirps she made were not unsettling, though they were unusual. The medic was used to the sounds of pain coming from patients, especially those who had tussled with things they shouldn’t.
“You mentioned that you were caught up with a… Teryr?” Gareth inquired as he moved to soak another bandage in the hot water, a used pile to one side. He would need to tear more strips of linen before he was done with her. The stallion wondered briefly if he might run out of blanket before then.
“What was that about, then?” His tone was gentle, not accusatory, but curious. He stood, then, moving back over to one of the makeshift shelves to gather another set of herbs. He wanted to be sure that he provided her with another physic, and maybe look for some hide she might be able to sink her teeth into. He didn’t want to treat her wing as well as her legs.
The joint was inflamed from both use and infection. The cold had done much to keep her from feeling, but he knew that as the fire continued to warm her bones she would be in agony. He chastised himself, for walking her so long, for not having been closer to home, for not having the right herbs to truly help her heal. He amended his timeline once more. Three days. He would keep her here for three days before they started again. And that would only be if she could stomach the trek down the mountain. His home was perhaps a days travel from the cave in the best of conditions, but with the blizzard as well as her injury it would easily be double that.
The chirps she made were not unsettling, though they were unusual. The medic was used to the sounds of pain coming from patients, especially those who had tussled with things they shouldn’t.
“You mentioned that you were caught up with a… Teryr?” Gareth inquired as he moved to soak another bandage in the hot water, a used pile to one side. He would need to tear more strips of linen before he was done with her. The stallion wondered briefly if he might run out of blanket before then.
“What was that about, then?” His tone was gentle, not accusatory, but curious. He stood, then, moving back over to one of the makeshift shelves to gather another set of herbs. He wanted to be sure that he provided her with another physic, and maybe look for some hide she might be able to sink her teeth into. He didn’t want to treat her wing as well as her legs.
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