It was strange the things that stuck out to Malou when she was with a patient. Names, small details, things that her mind seemed to think would help her later, but the rest blurred out. Perhaps it was the best combination of her natural observatory nature and her shyness. Whatever it was it allowed her to take note of Mr. Thompsett's name... and her own. Somewhere in the very girly corner of her brain she knew she'd remember that merely for the fact that he had remembered her own name after only one meeting. But for the moment she focused on Mr. Thompsett who seemed to have calmed with the recognition of Mr. Prewett.
Malou had once again settled no tearing up her petticoats when Mr. Prewett was handing her strips of fabric again. This time she noticed his cloak in his hands. A small grim smile of gratitude tilted her lips. He truly was a god send. "If we can get his leg bandaged then rest, food, and water." And a regrowth potion - but as a trained healer she didn't mention that, not wanting to scare anyone about the lack of supplies. Already her hands were firmly wrapping the strips of cloth around Mr. Thompsett's leg.
"There." She declared sitting back on her heels. It wasn't good but it was better than nothing. "I need you to rest now." She told Mr. Thompsett.
Then she turned her attention to Mr. Prewett and asked her quiet voice lower than normal, "Are there others?" If there were they'd need a lot more bandages and supplies. If she were to go looking for potions she wanted to know just what she was dealing with. Not that she wouldn't look for everything she could find, but better to know right off the bat.
Malou had once again settled no tearing up her petticoats when Mr. Prewett was handing her strips of fabric again. This time she noticed his cloak in his hands. A small grim smile of gratitude tilted her lips. He truly was a god send. "If we can get his leg bandaged then rest, food, and water." And a regrowth potion - but as a trained healer she didn't mention that, not wanting to scare anyone about the lack of supplies. Already her hands were firmly wrapping the strips of cloth around Mr. Thompsett's leg.
"There." She declared sitting back on her heels. It wasn't good but it was better than nothing. "I need you to rest now." She told Mr. Thompsett.
Then she turned her attention to Mr. Prewett and asked her quiet voice lower than normal, "Are there others?" If there were they'd need a lot more bandages and supplies. If she were to go looking for potions she wanted to know just what she was dealing with. Not that she wouldn't look for everything she could find, but better to know right off the bat.