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She had not meant to ignore Maxim in such a manner, she was merely hyper focused on the praefectus whom she had sent away with a poultice meant to prevent any form of infection from happening. She scolded herself. If she had taken more care in cleaning the wound rather than letting the hot and bothered nature of her sex life get in the way then perhaps this would not be happening. “It’s in it’s early stages. We can clean in detail at the tablinum and retreat the wound for infection. The poultice I used must not have been strong enough.” She noted with a frown, an apologetic tone that would fall upon Towhee’s deaf ears but hopefully show enough on her features to get the gist.
 
She did not want to see the woman have to hop or hobble away, instead wanting to speed up the process so that she might be in less pain. Cleaning the wound would not be present, as Glaukos and Kallik had already learned from their own previous injuries, but it was necessary and she could gift something for the pain beforehand. “Спасибо, Максим.” She offered in their mother tongue to the Russian as he agreed to assist.