Stormrider

Neither was she a doctor though she’d had some tutoring in basic medical assistance during her training as a Janissary - a custodian/protector. She gave her approach to the bloody mass of the man's back a few moment's consideration. She had to use her more advanced supplies wisely. There would be no more until she left Nashira to return to her Antaris home. No more, unless the ship this man had arrived in was fully supplied and equipped. One look at his face was enough to tell her he had to have come to Nashira in a ship - just as had the other man, now dead. Neither was one of The People. Ships...supplies... She chided herself for thinking of permanence when she should be planning a departure. The presence of ships would provide the means once she found the amulet for which she searched. That was what she should be thinking of, not how to remain longer.

Tanith frowned and cast Strongheart a side-long look. The wolves had certainly complicated her life though she did not object to them--as did this man lying so helpless on the ground (and she certainly did object to him). She would have to use most of the good stuff she had left for him. The silver wolf met her gaze, gave her the equivalent of a wolf-like shrug then lay down nearby as if that was his way of lending assistance.

She sighed. Well, she would have to use the tape that could seal a wound yet allow it to breathe on the worst of the rent flesh. It pained her just to look at it. For the smaller wounds she would have to use old-fashioned stitches, a process that made her skin crawl in sympathy. First she’d have to clean the whole mess - and it really was a mess.

Tanith opened the bottle of plant wash she had distilled for the sterilizing of wounds. It was not of her technologies, but at least it did as good a job and, thank the Goddess, was easily replenished.

"Well," she murmured, casting Strongheart one last glance as she spoke to her inert patient, "Strongheart seems to think you're worth all this. You better be."

She was hunched over his back, holding a cloth soaked in plant distillate when the words drifted softly to her ears.

"I am."

By the blue moon of Nashira the man spoke! He could hear her!

Flustered, Tanith snapped back. "You are what?" Her tone of voice was not especially apropos for the sick and injured.

"Worth it," A sigh, barely words. Then, amazingly, a smile before he settled back into unconsciousness.