"It's what I do." Aesculapius offered and rose. He tugged his sleeves down before collecting his things. He set a few antiseptic creams down, as well as a few bandages. "Change them once a day, use the cream as well. I'm sure others will help if you can't manage. Again, my recommendation is to come to the clinic. We offer more then healing of the flesh there." He gave a smile before gathering his coat.
Clio rose and handed him a tin of something before giving him a hug and offering her thanks. She then led him out before cleaning the plates up. "I'm going to check on Ella. She's a mite too quiet. If you won't listen to me Padraig, maybe you'll listen to yourself. I'm half tempted to get some angels. Maybe they can set you straight." She figured it was how it would work. They seemed to have a deeper connection to their god then the Saints.