Akenu practically growled as the elf thief wasted perfectly good medicine. Didn't he know what was best for him? But of course he didn't.While he was gone, Akenu assembled enough wood to attend to a small fire. Furthermore, she was mashing together herbs and roots of various kinds. The woman wasn't a doctor, but she had been taught to tend wounds by using certain herbs to make wounds heal better. However, before she could that, they needed to be cleaned. That's what the water was for.
Her jaw hardened in turn as the elf dropped the pot to the ground, spilling some of the water. Furthermore, he had the audacity to gesture towards her ears, as if they had to do with anything. It was, perhaps, a natural reaction, but it was a personal pet peeve of hers non the less, and he was already pulling practically all the wrong strings.
"Just let me do my work and tend to us both, alright?" Akenu snapped ask she grabbed the pot and placed it over the water. When it got hot enough to make bandages and good rags, she grimanced as she started to undo the scarf that was wrapped around her. At this point, it was stuck to her tunic and her body, as the blood was sticky. Carefully, she peeled it off from her tunic, and tossed it aside. The material was too thin to be used as bandages. Thankfully, she did have some rags to help clean their wounds, but not enough to make good bandages, especially around her torso. As the water started to boil, she scooped out some of it to mix with her herbs to create a sort of paste that would help to close their wounds cleanly. There was enough in there for him; she could make more for herself soon.
"Spread that all over your cuts and make bandages for yourself," she said.
Without another word, the woman slowly began to remove her tunic by sliding her arms out of it, using her right hand to help ease out her left. The woman was raised to not be so terribly conscious about modesty; besides, her chest was covered with red cloth bound around her, so there wasn't really a problem. Her tattoos were fully visible, and her belly piercing flashed in the light of the fire. The wound, with caked blood surrounding it, looked nasty, but worse than it actually was. She began to tear long strips of bandages at the hem of her tunic and threw them into the pot to sterilize them. Afterwords, she dipped a clean rag's edge in the water, folded it and wait for it to cool a bit before using it to clean herself. It took her up to ten minutes, but by the end of it, she, too had the cool, healing paste on her wounds and was fully bandaged.
Akenu tucked her hair behind her ear. It was late; it was dark out, she was hungry and needed to recover. She could set aside her pride for this one night to deal with this...thief.
"Just to make this clear," she said, "We part ways tomorrow. I don't want to be any more involved with you or whatever it is that you stole that got us into this mess in the first place!"
However, the woman probably wasn't as intimidating as she wanted to have been as her stomach growled at that moment.