Hideaway Strath i watched the work of my kin, bold and boyful

He offered her a smile, “Not all my work is so complicated, The comfrey poultice will be simply chewed leaves but I will not worry about cobwebs since if I lay here with you I can watch the poultice and reapply when necessary," He frowned just a little bit as she spoke of his training though he’d gotten it out of his system mostly he still missed his mother and thoughts of his training brought her to the fore

Carefully Vein lifted the leaf over her paw off and set it aside, He scented the wound carefully he was content the wound was clean, after ward he carefully picked up the raven skull and poured the powder directly and precisely over the wound very quickly the bleeding should stop. The stinging would only be a moment to two a he was worried probably for nothing,  he would then repeat the process with the wounds on her neck using every bit of powder.

He busied himself looking for the comfrey and brought it over to Aerin and set it across his paws giving the yarrow a moment to work. “You know about my past and the two-legged ones? My mother was the one whom taught me she she knew,  My training comes from a time when healing needed to be thorough and fast and for wounds that are far worse then any mother nature can normally throw at us. At least not without that ‘kind of intervention.’ I also had a knack for figuring things out, though at first I had to guess at some herbs and what they could do.” He chuckled softly though there was not much humour in it “I did not lack for patients.” He stared down at the comfrey then nodded at it. “Once I prepare this, I’d like to apply it directly to your wounds the sooner I get this on you to sooner you body will begin to heal. I will apply it right over top the yarrow.” While waiting her answer Vein picked up the comfrey and chewed it carefully making sure not to have to much saliva and he also made sure swallow the poultice he was making. He shifted the poultice on his tongue to ask her a bit about he because she barely knew about her past. “What about your training? How did you learn to became a midwife or anything else for that matter. You said you were a slave?” He went back to working on the poultice carefully, his ears tipped to catch her sweet somewhat Russian lilt.