Lake Rodney Staring death in the face

"Fair enough," he offered back with the glint of a smile, and he pressed the final stretch of cobweb into place. "There," The conversation and the procedure came to a natural close, and he stepped back to take a distanced look at his work on her. To see if there were any gaps that needed closing, any areas he'd missed. None that he could see. He sought her eyes with a bright smile.

"Well, you're good to go. It'll definitely take some time to heal, but if your pack's within a day's travel, you'll be able to make it back without needing to change the dressing on the way, no problem. Which is good, 'cause the wound's in a place that'd be hard to reach if you were on your own. Comfrey root and marigold will keep away infection and help speed the healing. The cobwebs are just a dressing to keep the poultice in place. I'd say you'll want to change the dressing a couple times a day, to make sure no dirt or anything gets into the wound. Try and apply more poultice in the morning and at night for a couple days, though if you're low on supplies you can just do one or the other." He paused with a glance to the sky, internally reciting to see if he'd missed anything -- "Oh! Yeah, and if the wound starts to feel hot, or there's swelling, and pus, and really bad smell, that means it's infected. That shouldn't happen, but if it does, get burdock root and marigold, mush those together, and apply real liberal to the area."

It was a lot to remember, and his question naturally flowed, "Oof, do you think you'll remember all that? Y'know, I can also come back with you, to make sure you get to your pack alright. Then we can also recite the treatment along the way." Plus, he wouldn't mind keeping some company for a while. The life alone was a lonely one, and to have someone to talk with was a refreshing change from his now usual stints of silence.