Dirk unceremoniously pulled the remaining daggers from Briar's flesh, letting the blades fall to the ground. He quickly readjusted his cloak, and mask, then threw Briar over his shoulder like a sack of grain. He was not pleased that she was bleeding on him, but he knew it was his own fault for wounding her so much. With her sword in hand, he moved quickly to the trees. He had passed a stone basin earlier in the day, that looked to have been used by an ancient people. Dirk took Briar there, and set her gently in the center of the concave stone. Then he undressed her. When she awoke she'd likely be furious, but he needed to see all her wounds, and her clothing was in the way.
When she seemed to be stirring, Dirk used a mixture of opium and hemlock to send her into a deeper sleep. Stripped nude, Briar's wounds were easy to see and tend to. Her bare chest, and exposed sex, did not elicit embarrassment or arousal from Dirk. It wasn't that he didn't find her nude form appealing, he just didn't have the social knowledge to realize that he should feel any way other than clinical. Dirk started by bathing Briar. He used his magic heating stones, to warm water from his magic decanter, in a steel basin, and sponged Briar clean. He next sutured the severe wounds from his daggers with fine silk thread. He applied a healing salve to the sutures, and wrapped them in white linen bandages. He applied the salve to all the small nicks he had left in her as well, and the little trickles of blood that had yet to cease, finally did.
He did not wish for her to be uncomfortable as she rested, so he did not bind her hands or feet to prevent her from running should she rise. Instead he pulled a plush bedroll from within his his well worn Haversack, and laid it out on the edge of the stone. He shifted Briar's nude form there, and then fetched through his Haversack for a temporary garment. A fancy black silk robe with gold embroidery found his fingers and it was large enough for Briar to swim in. He pulled it on her as gently as possible, tying the belt loosely around her middle, then set her down to sleep. After giving her another, larger, dose of his sedative, he moved off to tend to a camp. It may have only been mid day, but she would need lots of rest to recover from her wounds.
While Briar slept, Dirk caught a large fish, snared a small rabbit, and found a quail nest. He rooted around for some wild vegetables, and found some edible berries. He gathered firewood, and built a fire in the center of the concave stone, close enough to warm Briar, and large enough to cook with. He stewed the rabbit with wild carrots, radishes, and a single potato. The fish he braised in a tomato and garlic sauce from supplies he carried with him. The quail he roasted on a spit, slathered in a sweet, spicy, smokey sauce that Rit had made for him. The bottle renewed itself so he would never run out. While he cooked, Dirk also washed Briar's clothing, even her smallclothes, and mended all the cuts and tears in them. He hung them on a quickly improvised rack near the fire, to dry. Her boots were ruined, but he patched the leather the best he could, until he could make her new ones. He even sharpened and polished her sword.
Tasks completed, Dirk just sat across the fire from Briar, food almost finished cooking, waiting for her to awaken. He knew he'd likely have to subdue her, but that in her greatly weakened condition it wouldn't be hard. Hopefully she would eat, and let him care for her until she was healed. After going to all this trouble, he wasn't sure what he'd do with her. She was a criminal after all. Perhaps the torturous fight he'd put her through was punishment enough? She hadn't killed anyone, and she'd nearly bled to death herself. He'd have to decide after they properly got to know each other.
Even though the magic of Dirk's ring prevented the need to eat, he found the smell of the food he cooked for briar tempting him. Hopefully she'd wake soon, so he could ask her how she liked her eggs and they could start eating. The moon was out now, she should wake any time.