Baring her teeth in triumph at his acceptance she took the last few steps to his side. Holding one hand up she looked him in the eye, serious. “I promise I will not stab you with that arrow.” A part of her sulked at promising such a thing but it wasn’t like she didn’t have other things to stab him with, other ways to make him suffer. First she just had to heal him.
Hearing the same noises as him she looked away from for only a moment to glare outside. Sighing in frustration she turned her attention back on the man beside her. “Yes, it seems that way. They’ll probably search the surrounding area for a while before they decide we have been washed away.”
Doing her best to ignore their pursuers Seda focused on the arrow lodged in the warrior’s arm. Crouching down next to him she leaned in to get a closer look. “It doesn’t appear to be deep, you were lucky.”
Reaching out she clamped one hand down on his arm, harder than necessary, and grabbed the arrow with the other. Looking at him for a moment she mercilessly ripped the arrow from his arm and shifted her grip to cover the wound until she could grab something to bandage it. Bringing the arrow to her nose to smell for any signs of poison she sighed when she found none. Tossing the arrow to the ground she rummaged around for something to wrap the wound. “Lucky again, no poison. Guess that means I don’t get to cut it off… pity.”
Reaching into one of the pouches looped onto her belt she grasped for a small vial containing a mild poultice. Wrapping her fingers around one she brought it up to her face, biting down and ripping out the stopper. Lifting her hand away from the wound she grimaced at the blood coating her palm before covering it back up, reapplying pressure. Eyes narrowed in annoyance she sighed, shoving the poultice into his face. “Hold that for a moment would you.”
Searching through her pouches again she pulled out a roll of soggy bandages and shook it out. Drawing her hand away from the wound again she roughly swiped at his arm, cleaning away as much blood as she could. Tossing the soiled bandage towards the river she grabbed the vial from the warrior’s hand and poured it over the wound. Staring down at him she gazed at his torn tunic and the small bit of fabric he was holding, raising one brow. “I need that, hand it over.”