She twists her face into a sort of sour expression, "I should think that if I were an angel, I would not have missed so much. Clearly I need more practice."
Once he'd bitten down on the bundle of leather, she took a deep breath, then focused on the task at hand. Rising tall on her knees, she gently placed her hands on the remaining shank of the arrow. Her fingers prodded the wound just enough so that one forefinger could find one of the wings of the tip. She frowned at how deep it had gone. Letting her forefinger guide her, she carefully turned the tip so that it wouldn't puncture anything more than necessary. She paused to shove a large wad of rags under his back, then moved to straddle him. "My apologies for this," she said a moment before she moved her palms one over the other to shove the arrow straight through to exit through his back, just missing spine and rib. Immediately, she rolled him towards the center of the room so as to swiftly remove the arrow. The old wad of rag was replaced by a new one, then he was shifted to his back again. "And this too," she amended as she picked up the poker, made of a strange metal with a long crystal like a unicorn's horn at the end. The metal holding onto it glowed slightly red. She then thrust the smooth yet searing hot icicle-like crystal wand into the wound, cauterizing it while she murmured words of an ancient tongue. Was the crystal pulsing?
Just as quickly as she had placed the stave in him, she removed it and moved aside to set it down. She worked quickly now, placing several different herbs in a bowl, mashing them with a stone pestle, then mixing in several resins and two different liquids, one milky, the other dark purple. She whisked these together with a rolled small bundle of another plant, then let it soak before moving to stuff it into the hole in his stomach. It smelled like honey mixed with some awful potion worse than he'd been forced to drink. She only hoped he wasn't lucid enough to feel the pain anymore.
She grabbed the rag from the cauldron, rung it, then used it to gently cleanse the edges of the wound. After packing another pre-made poultice over the bundle in his stomach, she placed a thick square of fabric over the wound then held it tight to the still bleeding hole as she placed her free hand under his shoulder blade, which she pushed on, with her own chest and shoulders for extra bolster to roll him on his other side. She used her free hand to swab the edges of the exit wound with the hot wet rag, then she dipped another square lightly into the bowl before placing it against his back. Her knee kept it in place while she swiped bandaging from the waiting basket against her hip. Then, she shifted to kneel on the pallet so that she could roll the man back against her chest, which became a prop while she swiftly wrapped the material tightly around his mid section. Over and over she wrapped until she was satisfied, then she tied it off on the side facing the room.
That done, she gently returned him to the pallet. Rhi'drae finally turned her attention to seeing to the less worrisome nicks, scrapes, and bruises.
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