Victor
They walked to the top of the stairs, thuds on the maple floor as the voices of the clientele began to drown out. At the end of the last step, it revealed a sizable hallway for three with doors on the sides. 

Pyetra brought the key to her eyes, scanning the number engraved on the metal before darting across each door. She soon found their room, second to the corner. With a satisfied nod, the young magus walked up to their door, gingerly inserting the key in the lock. With a twist and another the lock clicked, a hand on the knob as Pyetra pushed the sturdy wood door open.

It's a simple room. A green carpet laid down on the floor, a table free of any contents sitting out at the northeastern corner. More importantly, a moderate-sized bed with woolen sheets. It didn't seem to have enough space to hold two bodies atop of it. The young magus drew out a long-drawn sigh.

"We're here..!"

Exclaimed the bluenette, pulling the strap of her bag over her head and carelessly throwing it atop the bed. There wasn't still a cause for relaxation, for Yakaiyo's leg still has a crossbow bolt nestled in it.

".. Take a seat, quick. Your leg."

In the meantime, she took hold of her bag, lifting hte flap open then rummaging through its contents.
Judy
*Finally, a place to sit down, relax. Wait, what if there were wards here? No, that's being paranoid. Sure it may be helpful but there came to a point where it wouldn't make sense. She flops on top of the bed, enjoying its soft, woolen sheets.*

"Wow, it's been so long since I've been in one of these."

*She sits up properly, taking off the mage's robes and lifting up her own to reveal her bloody calf. Blood's beginning to trickle down, staining the sandals.*

"I'm paying you back by the way. For all this. So uh, how are we going to do this?"
Victor
She took out a roll of wrapping linen, a waterskin, and a small vial of some glistening liquid. Setting the bag aside, Pyetra cleaned her hands with the waterskin, washing away what dirt that clung on her skin.

Pyetra doesn't know how to take out a bolt, nor even how to suture it after. With the amount of walking they had done for the past few minutes or so, she assumes Yakaiyo wouldn't be up for another pace to the doctor (in the case that the Treton would even be happy with the idea of an elven healer tending her). 

Clapping her hands together, she nods to herself with fire of determination within her heart. Spinning on her heels, she looked down at the sitting Treton, whose calf is torn and bloodied. It took a good while to tear off her eyes from the wound. 

".. I don't really know... You're gonna have to guide me."
Judy
"Alright. You'll need to move the flesh out of way of the barbs. You need to-oh god- spread open the wound, and pull it out, making sure the barb doesn't catch."

*She could certainly take the easy way out and just yank the bolt from her calf. That was far too painful though, and while she's had her fair share of injuries, she doesn't need to experience _more_. She only hopes that Pyetra knows what she's doing, at least a little bit.*

"Whatever you do, don't yank it out. That's going to tear a chunk of me with it."

*The treton's trying to stay calm, but there's a hint of panic in her voice.*