Etoile watched him closely. Is he going to use whiskey on her wound? Blinking a little, she continued watching and flinched when she felt the alcohol being poured over her wound to disinfect it.
He did warn her he was no doctor. Soon he'd use piece of his own shirt to wrap it around her wound, to keep it from bleeding or getting further infection in it."Thanks...again." She moves her arm a little, checking the bandage itself."Good job." She praised him for his good efforts.
"Really? Well, I won't refuse help right now. Especially if they have that many in numbers. I know of them, had to deal with them in the past...not to a full extent. My father has deeper ties with them apparently."
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