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24.Aug.12, 12:25 AM
Talian understood the wariness. He'd been awfully protective of his personal space since his arrival, but especially lately. He shook his head as he slipped on a pair of lambskin gloves. The redwort solution had already been prepared for him, so that was one less step to worry about.
"All right," Talian said smoothly as he began his work, gently wringing out a rag soaked in the solution before placing one hand firmly on Sanderon's untorn skin. He braced that hand against the young man and started to delicately wipe the wounds clean. It would be painful. They weren't horribly deep, but they were jagged and uneven, and Sanderon's insistent rolling around had stretched them out. There was also a little bit of debris lodged one one of them, probably from when he initially sank to the ground outside.
Tal focused, working quickly to cleanse and flush with as little pain as possible. He also made small talk; it wasn't that Talian liked small talk himself or expected his rude patient to, but it would distract the other man from the pain. That was the purpose. Unfortunately, there was little at Katila that made for suitable small talk without being sensitive material, so Tal opted for something academic that he could ramble about.
"I'm sorry it took me a moment to arrive. I was in the back storage rooms, so the attendant had a difficult time finding me. I've made great progress re-organizing and cataloging the infirmary's herb selections. I've got things for any ailment you can imagine; heart murmurs, migraines, blood pressure, acid reflux..." As he talked, his fingers moved like lightning. The wounds were clean within a few minutes, leaving only one task remaining.
"Most of these are just minor lacerations. Several of the blows only left stripes, no actual tearing...but this one in the middle is going to have to have stitches," Talian said sympathetically. He hated this. A few months before, there would have been smoldering anger in his voice, but these days he was too broken and exhausted to bother. He pursed his lips then reached for the needle and sinew that his helper had already provided.
"Inhale deeply and count backwards from thirty. This won't take long."
"All right," Talian said smoothly as he began his work, gently wringing out a rag soaked in the solution before placing one hand firmly on Sanderon's untorn skin. He braced that hand against the young man and started to delicately wipe the wounds clean. It would be painful. They weren't horribly deep, but they were jagged and uneven, and Sanderon's insistent rolling around had stretched them out. There was also a little bit of debris lodged one one of them, probably from when he initially sank to the ground outside.
Tal focused, working quickly to cleanse and flush with as little pain as possible. He also made small talk; it wasn't that Talian liked small talk himself or expected his rude patient to, but it would distract the other man from the pain. That was the purpose. Unfortunately, there was little at Katila that made for suitable small talk without being sensitive material, so Tal opted for something academic that he could ramble about.
"I'm sorry it took me a moment to arrive. I was in the back storage rooms, so the attendant had a difficult time finding me. I've made great progress re-organizing and cataloging the infirmary's herb selections. I've got things for any ailment you can imagine; heart murmurs, migraines, blood pressure, acid reflux..." As he talked, his fingers moved like lightning. The wounds were clean within a few minutes, leaving only one task remaining.
"Most of these are just minor lacerations. Several of the blows only left stripes, no actual tearing...but this one in the middle is going to have to have stitches," Talian said sympathetically. He hated this. A few months before, there would have been smoldering anger in his voice, but these days he was too broken and exhausted to bother. He pursed his lips then reached for the needle and sinew that his helper had already provided.
"Inhale deeply and count backwards from thirty. This won't take long."
