"Well..." A pause as she surveyed the damage even before getting a cloth out of the kettle of water near the fire, "I'll say this much: it could be worse." She shrugged, working efficiently and quickly, but as gently as she could manage while still getting everything cleaned properly, "Could definitely be worse."
A flicker of a smile, inspecting the deepest of the lashes, debating stitches versus just a swath of bandage, knowing that if she went for stitches, and the infection spread, the swelling would probably rip them right out again and that would just make things worse, "Now I know, trusting your well-being to someone who's skill set lies more in ending lives than preserving them may seem counterintuitive, but we're good at putting people back together again."