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Sverre's brow furrowed in worry as he did his best to clean the arrow wound, noticing how the young woman trembled. It couldn't be infected yet, surely? So perhaps the poison wasn't as weak as she thought. Cleaning the hole itself now in an effort to flush it out, Sverre mumbled in apology if she flinched or seemed to be at all in pain. The wash was concluded with pressing a third cloth to the wound, leaving this one in place but not yet bandaging her.

Despite his instructions to shush, Eilin seemed to need to get one last thing out, almost a scoff if he tried to place the tone. Hero? That was a new one.

"Eh. I try..." he answered almost sheepishly, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly. "Now pipe down. I'm gonna get the healer, so you stay put." He continued unnecessarily, noting his companion drifting off in less than a minute.

Checking to ensure Eilin was breathing ok and seemed safe, Sverre wiped down her spear before he forgot. Checking once more to be certain she was still ok, he finally gathered the bowl, two dirty wash cloths, and his sword before heading out, closing the door softly behind him.

He returned the borrowed items to the barmaid, thanking her and apologizing for the mess and inconvenience. Slipping her two small coins as thanks, he got directions for the village healer, wasting no time in bringing them back.

To his immense relief, the healer assured him that while she had been poisoned, the amount wasn't lethal and it was incorrectly concocted, further lowering its efficacy. The medic cleaned the wound again for good measure, then put plain honey over the hole before wrapping the huntresses shoulder in a bandage. Leaving a pot of honey, some poppy, and bandages, the healer gave Sverre full care instructions, took his payment, and departed back home, eager for sleep.
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For the next thirty (or was it fourty?) hours, Sverre kept a near constant vigil of the dark haired huntress. He had water and food brought up, placed cool rags on her warm brow, and changed the bandage once, having been instructed to do so if it became damp and dirty or every other day (whichever came first).

At some point during the evening, Sverre nodded off at Eilin's bedside, head eventually resting several inches from her blanket covered knees.