''Whiskey. Not the good version rich people drink but it helps with the pain.'' he assured. ''When it kicks in that is. Should not be very long. Also. Not sure how you got here?'' he was a bit confused about that but put the matter aside. People had their reasons for not talking.
Peter had returned with a bucket of cool water and put some towels in it before taking them out, wringing out water that was to much and put one gently folded on Cassie's forhead and two others on her wrists.
His father at the other hand put a bit of the water in a bowl and put it down for the dog. It was not until a few minutes later that Silvy returned home with an eldery man with a much younger female assistent, barely in her mid teens carrying his bag. He eyed Pension for a moment before looking at Cassiopeia.
''Evelin, could you take care of the arrow?''
''Yes sir'' the girl said puting down the bag, taking out a few tools she'd might need and went to Pension. Despite her age, her gaze seemed roughed. Mostl ikely having seen a few to many battles.
''Judging by how far the arrow is in it would be better to push it trough instead of pulling it back. The latter would damage your insides a lot more and make this place a whole lot messier. If you'd rather not want me to push it the two more extra inch through I'll just pull it out.''