Leon
When the man introduced himself, Marsila perked her brow upwards in reply. This man who stood in front of her claimed to be the boy who started the rumour that eventually turned to a legend, offering them help. Marsila didn't know how to feel about this, he could be full of deceit for all she knew. Releasing her clenched fingers from the door, she allowed the male some room to enter the house though kept her eyes carefully on him. Rekkan was in a weakened state and she couldn't risk any possible threats trying to worm their way towards him. Not if she could help it. 

Before he could take more than two steps into the elderly woman's house, Marsila pressed her hand firmly against his chest, forcing him to stop before he had the chance to properly enter the house. "If you bring him any harm, you will not leave this house in one piece. You understand?" She asked the male with a threatening tone underlying in her voice. Even though this man Scholar could be who he said he was, she couldn't allow her guard to slip with the bounty over her companion's head.
Daniel
"And why would I try to harm someone with no good reason?" Rebutted Eotum as he took hold of Marsila's hand and pushed it to the side, his grip firm yet not overbearing. A grip of urgency.

"And if you need further proof as to my claim of peaceful behavior, you can ask the villagers about me." He added, not bothering to tilt or turn his head towards her as he spoke, his eyes focused on the injured man. "You'll find that I haven't caused much of a stir among them at all. I've even helped a man or woman here or there."

"Not to mention, people who are scholars must be in the right mental state." He added, walking closer and grabbing a stool to sit on. "They may be *Controversial*, but not insane or lacking in mental capacities. Such qualities are are needed to become accepted into scholarship. If I did not possess such aspects, then I wouldn't be a scholar in the first place."

His words, albeit a bit prickly in response, were graced with a touch of seasoning in his tone. It was amicable, and perhaps conversational.

He then grunted as he inched closer to Rekkan. He dipped his fingers into the ointment, scooping up a generous dollop and smearing it all over his wounds, ignoring the sounds of discomfort being uttered from the patient.

"Shhh... Shh..." He gently shushed, an action not befitting his brusque appearance, however rather welcome. "You'll fall asleep soon, and before you know it you'll be halfway healed."
David
From the conversation that occurred past open doors and an empty hallway, Rekkan couldn't help but smirk at the replies of the man that wanted to help. A few moments later, he would hear the footsteps creeping closer to the bedroom and a bearded and somewhat burly figure reveal itself from the frame of the doorway. No words were muttered at the start, silence broken by mere and nearly inaudible grunts of pain.

Shushed into a drowsy stare, Rekkan started to feel the application of the ointment and his wounds chill from the burning sensation into a cool breeze. His own restless core was soothed as the opia worked its way to his brain and muscles, relaxing body and mind. Having heard the earlier exchange of words, Rekkan knew a slight of what this concoction would do. The last time he did any kind of drugs was through vapor, inhaling the product in a distant land, closer to his home.

Just like that, his heavy eyelids began to draw shut, until he was returned to the dreamworld from whence he had returned just half an hour earlier. This time, the miracle ointment would surely speed up the healing process of his broken body, if one could call it that way, refreshing the man much sooner than anticipated. It was only a matter of time, and hopefully someone putting some clothes on him or covering him with a blanket. His sausage was still out there. How embarrassing.