Tuktu Weir Did we meet the other night?

So maybe not a very versed healer.

Holland stared at her, a brow lifting almost sarcastically. His wounds were old and so was his blind eye. They did not reek of infection or pulse with blood. They were itchy and irritable sometimes in the winter, and his neck craned uncomfortably from nerve damage but...

"No" came a blunt reply, but not unkindly "are you a healer?" Holland asked the woman. If she wasn't, he was not going to let her anywhere near him in terms of putting herbs and such in his body. There were too many wolves around who wanted to play at things.

And it ended in disaster.