Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29559990-20141227174339/@comment-11457306-20141228191118

Kasra decided it was time to do something about Waynor's wound. She directed the man over to a boulder out of reach of the smoke and flames and helped him remove his paldrons, chest plate and back plate. His undershirt was torn and bloody and she ripped it away, none too gently, ignoring his curses. She dug in her pack and pulled out a small bottle of strong spirits, clean rags and another, stronger healing potion.

"Bite down on that dagger I gave you.  This will hurt like the fires of Oblivion."

She poured some spirits on the wound and began to clean it. "Don't break your teeth," she cautioned, smiling just a little.

Working as quickly as she could, she bound it up and then handed both the spirits and the healing potion to him. "You owe me for those.  Drink 'em down.  If you've got a spare tunic I'll help you on with it.  Otherwise that armor will chafe." She finished wiping the blood off, admiring his muscled chest. Not bad.  Then she stepped back, wiping her hands on another cloth. She then turned and threw both into the fire.

"I've done all I can.  Try not to move it too much."