He seemed rather hesitant to explain much further, which saw the healer quirk another knowing smile. Having been at this profession for quite some time it was easy to spot when cautious patients who were reluctant to disclose exactly how many times they’d gotten themselves in trouble. Healers were hardly considered enforcers when it came to the law, so she’d long ago settled upon not pushing the patient one way or another. “The first one is always a shock,” Mabel commented mildly. “The rest are just as bad, but once you’re past the first one, sometimes it helps quell the anxiety if you can get to a healer fast enough.”

After waiting a few seconds for the blood to soak into the rag, Mabel peered under it. The semicircle of puncture marks appeared faintly before increasing in contrast as blood rose up to the surface. Thankfully the creature hadn’t bitten the flesh off completely, but she still winced again. “Mmm, perhaps some dittany first - yes, dittany,” she muttered to herself, reaching into the kit to pull out a glass vial.

Working quickly, Mabel unsealed it, scourgifying the rag and soaking it with some dittany, wincing again in sympathy: “Forgive me for the late warning - this will sting.”

The jar of salve had uncorked itself just in time; Mabel swiped a small amount on the wound. “It certainly isn’t. They’re daily easy wounds to treat, so they’re one of the first things we learn as a healer.”

As she spoke she reached into her bag to pull out a small roll of gauze. Folding the first two rotations of the roll into a square accordion, she placed the pad on the wound before taking the rest and wrapping it around.

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