As Hillard had expected, the man did simmer down with the insertion of the medicine, turning docile. Perhaps it was the aggravation of the man’s hole that led to the vicious outburst. There were many different types of pain and some could persist through sleep. Pain could make even saints mean.<br/><br/>The medicine that he had inserted inside the man would soothe the man’s ass tearing and prevent infection. Hillard had given it a thick, bulbous shape so that it wouldn’t slip out. Laylay fruit butter allowed him to easily administer the herbal ingredients; it was hard, but once inside a warm hole it would melt, making it a simple task to place the medicine where it was needed. The herbs would numb and cool the burning, while also staving off miasma.<i>But why is it that you would have such a wound?</i>Hillard could think of several reasons, none of which seemed proper of a companion to his lord.<br/><br/>The room that they were in was neither small nor large. There was a straw mattress pressed into the corner furthest from the door, raised from the floor by a frame constructed of four posts and several planks of wood; the posts were used for spirited infirm, to bind them if they lashed out. Two shelves lay to the right of the bed in the opposite corner, covered in pouches and ceramic jars filled with tinctures and things with medicinal property. Beside those two shelves was a desk, and it was at the desk that Hillard sat and waited.<br/><br/>The man returned to his senses but he was still not yet calmed. He made the bed shake with his resistance. Hillard could see blood being drawn from where the ropes chafed the man’s flesh. A torrent of words spewed forth from the man’s mouth and Hillard couldn’t understand a lick of it. Some of the words had sounded like the common tongue, but they were spoken too quickly for him to comprehend. The man’s mad eyes settled on his for a moment.<br/><i><br/>
“Untie me,”</i>the man commanded sternly. The stern tone swiftly transformed into a roar, and the man began screaming his demand. He began thrashing in rage when Hillard didn’t come forth and untie him.<br/><br/>“If this is how you act, I cannot. You may be a companion of lord Snow’s, but your instability is frightening. Until you become calm once more, I must allow you to rest in bed,” Hillard stated flatly. “ I<i>urge</i>you to cease your thrashing; blood is trickling from your wrists and ankles. You have bled enough. Colour has only just began returning to your flesh.”