Haunted Wood Apocalyptic

Herbs. Of course she'd be a medic. He pretended to study her wound, brow furrowed "Has anyone licked it clean?" He asked casually eyes turning to meet hers "If its not clean it won't close, herbs or not and I'm guessing you can't reach it yourself" he wasn't a man of small talk and he cut to the chase, giving her a questioning look and motioning to her wound. He contemplated looking grossed out but decided that was a bit much and instead waited patiently to see if she'd let him lick it. It would be mutually beneficial but he wouldn't say that, he never told a soul about his ailment, not even his dear deceased sweet mother.