Rirrym chuckled at Cromthal's response before he once again looked down at the purple mark on the hand. "Have you put anything on it yet to speed up the healing?" Cromthal merely shook his head. "Perhaps we could put some of the herbs that you put on my foot earlier -- I'm sure they've helped with the swelling, and probably will help with the bruising too."
"I can't put the herbs on myself," Cromthal answers. "And even if I could, I couldn't manage to wrap my hand up to keep the herbs in place until it has healed."
Rym shook his head, a twinkle clearly evident in his eyes. "I've got two perfectly good hands to help with the binding if you need it," he said. "With all you've done for me lately, it'd be the least I could do."
Cromthal nodded and gave a smile. "I'd appreciate that..." he said quietly, moving once again to get his cloth pack of medicines and herbs from it's place under the bed. With Rym's help, the hand was soon bound, and the dog sniffed and licked it once, as if giving his approval at the workmanship.
Once they'd finished, Cromthal leaned back against the bed as Rym shoved the pack back under the bed for safekeeping. "You know, you're not the only clumsy one..." he said with a smile. "I think I've broken, bruised, sprained, and/or dislocated just about every part of my body at some point or another. The healer that lived in the village half a day's ride from where I grew up once said that I was nothing more than an accident waiting to happen. Another time she said I was her most frequent visitor..."
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