Emberwood glory and gore

If The Wanderer was at all bothered by the frosty reception she received from the dark-furred pair, she made no indication of it. She had long been accustomed to the arrogance of men. It felt good to prickle back at them with her own carefree confidence - to prove, to herself and to the rest of the world, that she lived for no man's comfort.
She smiled, and turned her attention fully to the smart one. The one who could see past his pride to accept her offer. Well, you'll want to wash all of that off, She gestured with her nose to what had already been applied to the man's companion. They looked so similar, though the clever one bore a pale ring around one eye. Brothers, perhaps?
A quick patch job like this is sufficient for a battlefield injury, it's true, but the fight is over now. The wounds will need to be cleaned thoroughly; if anything, even the smallest bit of dirt, is left in the flesh, it could mean infection regardless of your herbs. The fur will need to be pulled away and parted around the wounds as well, The Wanderer stepped closer as she spoke, her eyes fixed on their wounds; studying. And they must each be dressed in cobwebs - normally I wouldn't recommend the use of sage so soon, but as you already have a paste made, it might as well be used. But please, try not to make a habit of this approach - you may find some herbs less effective with time if you persist in using them before infection has set in.
Her gaze drifted back to the man who'd been so quick to snap back at her. I believe I could find something more... effective to treat your pain. Do you have a cache nearby, or will you need meals as well?
Oh, if only her father could see her now - offering to tend to foreigners, and men no less! A warrior, a healer, a free woman; all these things she had dreamed of were now hers, rules be damned.
And if she came off a bit mad, it was only because she absolutely was.