Eivind was prepared to do what needed to be done, but he was glad when the young man saw reason. Alaric was making some sense, at least when he wasn't making jokes about killing the young man, and Eivind knew he wouldn't. Alaric<i>liked</i>this sort of thing too much, and putting people back together. Eivind hadn't expected the young man to tolerate anything beyond that, and was surprised when he made his quiet request.<br/><br/>“I won't,” he told him, knowing that he wouldn't until he was at least somewhere safe. Eivind shifted him so that he was turned to look at the wall, and not Alaric's direction. He was sitting at the front of the bed and held the young man propped up against him, holding his arm out of the way so Alaric could access the large area. He responded when Synnove asked her question, and Eivind felt like an idiot for not asking himself.<br/><br/><i>Blue</i>, his mates name was Blue, and at least for the moment, when he was terrified and sick, he was relying on Eivind, at least a little bit. It was most likely out of desperation, but it was something.<br/><br/>“I would only have made a bigger mess of you,” Eivind explained, frowning as Alaric pressed here and there, feeling the heat coming off the young man's skin. He broke the mint up and ran it over the area first, but it's effect would only be very mild.<br/><br/>“His ribs are broken. Nothing I can do about that,” Alaric informed as he assessed things methodically.<br/><br/>“What are you doing?” Eivind was demanding, watching him uneasily with the knife even though he'd told himself that Alaric wouldn't do anything to Blue.<br/><br/>“I'm not going to cut him deep. This is only because I don't have a real scalpel. I'm not a fucking barbarian, so calm down,” Alaric told the both of them. Eivind snorted his disagreement. Alaric ignored him and leaned closer with the sharpened knife, using the tip to get carefully beneath some of the threat, where it looked painful, red, and tight. He cut it loose, but was undecided on if he should take all of the stitching out.<br/><br/>“How old is this wound?” He didn't want it to open up again, and cause more issues so he left it where there might have been any healthy tissue, and only made a small incision where skin had formed over the infection. Clear liquid and puss came out, and he bunched up some of the blanket to catch it, and where he would have to flush it. Blue couldn't continue to sleep on it regardless. It was filthy. Eivind watched everything he was doing closely, and Synnove brought him what he needed to clean the wound. Perhaps the most painful part was when Alaric slid his finger into the opening, to pack it with the paste he'd made.<br/><br/>“What the fuck is this even?” Alaric questioned, unsure what thread had been used. “Lofgren doesn't have anyone of any actual sense when it comes to flesh wounds?”<br/><br/>“Lofgren is old school. Most things had better heal on it's own, because they'll not going to treat anything,” Synnove explained, watching curiously over her brother's shoulder. “Honesty I'm surprised they did anything at all.”<br/><br/>“Who did this to you?” Eivind questioned, now that he had a chance to see the full extent of the damage done to his side. More than that, he wanted to know why? Blue was already powerless against them. Why did they feel it necessary to hurt him beyond what they'd already done to him?