Redsand Canyon Wipe the blood out of our eyes

Aquene felt her own pain over the loss of the alliance and the distance between her and her friends. Though Arsenio and Tamar were still friendly with her, and they were still considered friends, she could not help but feel like the entire situation had put a damper on their friendship… still, she knew they understood her choices and why she had made them.
 
That was important to her.
 
“It can… and it also takes a strong stomach, especially in a militaristic pack like Mereo… sometimes wounds are not pleasant, nor are the things we must do to treat them.” She remembered her first time seeing an amputation, and how the food had not stayed down. “He shows much promise already… if he is truly passionate about it, then he will do well.” She knew the healings arts were not something to be forced.
 
“I will coat the poultice with some Celandine then. It will help with the pain… I respect the gumption but there is no reason to need to accept small shootings, and pain can prove a distraction in a fight.” God forbid he find himself in a border skirmish or something while still recovering.