Her subservient act actually didn't sit all that well with Gallia, who simply said "I have a name, you know," with a teasing grin before re-entering her tent.
"We have sutures, bandages, herbs for the wounds," she said, motioning to the wounded warriors waiting for the shaman's healing touch.
"Make them comfortable. The surgeons have already treated their major wounds, but the minor ones are our responsibility."