26.Aug.12, 09:48 AM
The stitches didn't take long. Only the middle section of the wound had cut so deep, presumably because it bore the brunt of the blow. Talian was able to secure it with only seven stitches, each made quickly and cleanly in rapid succession. Once his word was done, the focused healer tied the sinew off and snipped off the end. "There you are," he said, giving Sanderon a light pat on the arm.
The healer smiled, his expression softening as his need for focus ended. "Numbweed now," he confirmed, nodding to Sanderon before turning to fetch the salve from it's place on the nearby supply table.
Talian returned swiftly. He applied a generous portion of the salve to his patient's back, careful to cover each stripe, though he went a little easy on the stitches themselves. There would be plenty of numbness across his back in general and he would undoubtedly be comfortable, so Talian saw no reason to unnecessarily moisten the wound.
"All right, Sanderon. Lay on your side or your back for now and try not to stretch your back out too much. I'm going to have to keep you here overnight for observation, but you can go first thing in the morning," Talian said. He wished he knew what to say to try and reassure the poor man. He could barely remember how inconsolable he had been after B'jin's lashing. He couldn't imagine how B'jin must have felt; or this young man. Tal's blood still ran cold when he thought of his S'kef had threatened him with the whip, too.
Rather than trying and failing with awkward words, Tal just cast a sympathetic smile laced with traces of sadness. "Do you need anything else?" he asked politely. He was in o hurry to abandon his patient, but Sand seemed quarrelsome and prideful, and probably would have been offended any sympathetic words and would prefer to be left alone anyhow. Just in case, however, Talian awaited his response.
The healer smiled, his expression softening as his need for focus ended. "Numbweed now," he confirmed, nodding to Sanderon before turning to fetch the salve from it's place on the nearby supply table.
Talian returned swiftly. He applied a generous portion of the salve to his patient's back, careful to cover each stripe, though he went a little easy on the stitches themselves. There would be plenty of numbness across his back in general and he would undoubtedly be comfortable, so Talian saw no reason to unnecessarily moisten the wound.
"All right, Sanderon. Lay on your side or your back for now and try not to stretch your back out too much. I'm going to have to keep you here overnight for observation, but you can go first thing in the morning," Talian said. He wished he knew what to say to try and reassure the poor man. He could barely remember how inconsolable he had been after B'jin's lashing. He couldn't imagine how B'jin must have felt; or this young man. Tal's blood still ran cold when he thought of his S'kef had threatened him with the whip, too.
Rather than trying and failing with awkward words, Tal just cast a sympathetic smile laced with traces of sadness. "Do you need anything else?" he asked politely. He was in o hurry to abandon his patient, but Sand seemed quarrelsome and prideful, and probably would have been offended any sympathetic words and would prefer to be left alone anyhow. Just in case, however, Talian awaited his response.