Grian barely roused himself when Makani arrived back at the small fire with the healer, allowing the healer to uncover him to see the wound without much protestation. Even though he would normally try to protect the modesty of the women, he was far too weak at this point to be able to protest. He grimaced as the healer spread the burnt and blistered skin where he had cauterized the wound, knowing she was checking for infection.
The woman poured something that burned over the wound, and then gripped his chin in her hand and poured something down his throat, rubbing his throat with her hand to force him to swallow it. When she was through with that, she seemed to think him incapable of cohesive speech... Well, she'd be right.
"His clothes need drying and he needs to be kept warm and kept out of the elements. With the amount of blood loss, he is likely to grow feverish and weaker. This wound is hours old, I'm surprised he's survived at all. Likely to have his insides bleeding. Can't do much about that. If the blood loss and internal bleeding doesn't kill him, he's still got infection and fever to fight. For infection, you'll have to open the wound and express it. He'll need herbs for that, which I have, but I can't go giving you things that our people might need for free."
Ah. That he understood, even in his weak state. Grappling with the damp pile of his clothing (that he would have spread out to dry had he had half the strength), Grian produced his coin purse, heavy with money. Pulling out a silver (which was certaintly more than whatever she could give him was worth), he offered it to the healer. She took it and doled out the medicine for the fever, blood loss, and infection, along with fresh bandages and a few staples, before taking off again, commenting on her fear of nightfall and strange howls from the woods.
Grian was surprised by how much she had given him for the coin, expecting her to give him the bare minimum and take advantage. Taking up one of the flasks, he gave it a whiff and took a swig, recognizing the whiskey as it passed down his throat. Looking at Makani, he gave her a grim smile. "Not very optimistic about my survival prospects, was she?" He'd always heard that the people of Ravensway were more aloof than those of Summervale. It made sense. Summervale, every resource felt bountiful. Here, even from his short time suffering on this lake shore, seemed like a struggle for survival. Of course they would be wary of sharing resources with strangers.
"I could give you coin enough to replace your tunic and blanket, and set you up in an inn for the night, if you might just build the fire and leave the blanket. No reason for you to stay out here just because I'm too weak to travel." Plus, he suspected there might be something that went bump in the night from the look on the healers face as soon as the sun had begun to descend in the sky.
