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When the other settled, Sangilak stepped toward the other and began to apply to salve. She anticipated its stinging, but these trivial things were not worth mentioning. Those from home grinned and bore such things, needing no stick to bite against to quiet themselves. Sangilak continued her administrations though paused for a moment; perhaps the scent was due to impending infection. Would yarrow help with that? Enough, she supposed. She was no expert. There was puss at the sides that she, once the salve was finished, licked away to clean the wound more thoroughly. And then she chewed more yarrow, and applied it to those locations, too.

Once finished, Sangilak withdrew. It was not pretty, but it would be effective. Sangilak nodded to the other as though to say, done. And then, she took a step backward and made to truly depart. Medical advice was not her expertise, though if the other came to her with messy wounds Sangilak would scold her for foolish behavior she did not think it prudent to warn the other against doing that would reopen or bother the wound.