"When your nose is bloody,
And your hands are dirty,
But you need someone to hold,
And when your heart gets broken,
You get caught smoking,
I want you to know,
That you won't see me,
But I'll be there, believe me."
- Sody
”I don’t care, whatever’s faster… like I said, I am in a hurry.” She had a feeling he would say that, withholding a sigh over his decision. She really didn't like any of the pain-inducing methods. Before she could make a move to proceed, Raiden moved first. He pulled out an arrow from his boot, broke it in half, and held it between his teeth looking the other way. ”Go wahed, Iwm weady.” Tempeste blinked twice in surprise, cracked a smile, and stifled a chuckle. It wasn't her most professional moment but she couldn't help it. It wasn't every day that someone would watch a previous prince stuff an arrow in his mouth and talk funny. She cleared her throat, muttered a soft apology, and picked up one of her bottles double-checking the label. Her personal collection of medical equipment had quirky labels and the bottle she held was labeled, Aftersight. She popped the bottle open and picked up a cloth to soak the liquid turning the white material blue. Stabilizing his arm in one hand, the other hand in one smooth motion applied the blue liquid to the infected area that would recreate the initial pain all over again combined with any pain experienced after. This was the faster method instead of bombarding him with questions of what happened, where he had been, how many days since, etc., or attempting guesswork.
Waiting and watching for his reaction as the concoction took effect, the problematic areas became clear to her. Hmm... what manner of creature could have done this? Is it from an accident, a gift for Ivelda, or a request? She was aware of his position as an experienced hunter and although she was treating him, her rebel curiosity hadn't stopped. She got to work and made sure to hold his arm down in the process in case of any jolts as the pain continued. She plucked out the remains of dirt and debris, grabbed a clean cloth to remove all of the Aftersight away so the pain would cease. Tempeste applied a cream labeled, Time-out and massaged it especially more thoroughly in the swollen sections before finishing up and dressing the wound with a tidy, soft, light bandage. "Drink this, please." She handed him a small yellow vial the size of one's pinky finger labeled, Nectar. It was sweet-tasting with the scent of freshly picked flowers. "Have your bandage changed every day until the swelling subsides completely. Of course, change more frequently should the bandage get dirty or wet. If all is well, it will take 3 days or less. If you'd like it to recover sooner, please stop scratching it." She noticed he had been scratching it roughly while waiting. "As you're in a hurry, I'll have bandages delivered to your room in the event you'll be traveling again. No scar will be left behind." 'No scar will be left behind' was a Saintly saying. The Sereinians cared and prided themselves in their beauty and so, the Saints who attended to their medicinal treatment also accommodated to that fact. Tempeste removed her gloves and set them next to her equipment to be cleaned later. "If you need me, I'll be here." She offered her service and assistance to him in the future although she assumed he would much prefer who he had originally come for, Asher.
