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"hm" she gave him shortly, craning her neck to look down at the wound once more. there was no pus, no sickly smell to it. only the heat radiated so. it would do her no good to advise to keep off of it - if he had somewhere to be, travel was necessary. seeing as he appeared to be a loner, therein lay a problem of forfeiting travel in favor of rest. Huntington did not know him well enough to force him to remain here where she could keep him under surveillance. just in case she was in the wrong. "it aches due to inflammation" she added in, drawing her eyes back to his face "there is no pus. no drainage. no fever."

though he was correct to have worried. t'was a nasty wound, yet with the correct dosage of keeping it clean and resting it... it should be perfectly fine. "this wound does not fester now; it can if it becomes filthy" she warned him, though that was like any wound. she smirked lightly, allowing some form of emotion to come to her eyes. she would have enjoyed seeing the number the man did on his assaulter. he appeared capable enough to defend himself, even more so to get away from a nasty situation. "find water, clean it regularly. if it bleeds, stop walking and rest until it passes." without herbs she could do nothing but advise the man.

whether he took it to heart was beyond her.