Aelia found herself humming to herself as she prepared the stew. She was used to being on her own and the fact that there was a injured man in her bed was new to her. Most of her patients were well enough to sit in the main room while she treated whatever ailment they suffered from, if they were too injured or too ill to come, she went to them. The water began bubbling, and she pushed what she had sliced into the pot and stood, brushing down her dress before grabbing her chopping board and knife and dropping them into a bucket of water to be washed.<br/><br/>When she heard Alexander speak, she poked her head back through the bedroom door and smiled.”Believe me, there were moments I considered it, mainly when I was dragging you up the hill, but I guess my healer’s instincts just couldn’t let you die.” She stepped into her bedroom and sat on the stool again. “So, is the paste taking effect yet? The pain should be starting to numb.”<br/><br/>She was glad that the man was still alive, it would have been difficult to get men the whole way out to bury him. Still he hadn’t quite answered her question. “You know, I’ve never quite seen wounds like that, what were you hunting?”