Broken Boulder veränderung

silently the stranger agreed, and mahler bent closer to inspect the wound. it was caused by a tangle of thorns around the other's flesh, tearing into the thin skin. truly it would have been quite painful, and the shadowpriest began to nip each slowly out of its place if allowed. 
it was slow going; mahler did not immediately answer until the wound stood bare of tangled briars, oozing blood but prepared for treatment.
"i am first a midvife by trade. medicine has alvays appealed to me because of its organized nature," the gargoyle said. "i feel that if you are good at something, you should attempt to make yourself the most skilled at it."
silent now; mahler moved off a little ways to collect the yarrow root and came back. he cleaned the stranger's cut flesh with quick careful movements, then chewed the bitter plant into a thick paste that would catch in the man's fur over the bite of thorns.
finished, he rocked back upon his heavy haunches and brought his eyes up to the other's face. "i am mahler."