Aelia almost dropped her mortar at the sound of a scream in her house. Her mind went to the man in her bed and she grabbed a cup of water and walked into her bedroom. She saw the man trying to move and set both the cup and the mortar on the small cabinet by the bed and pushed his shoulder flat on the bed with a firm grip. “If you tear even one of your stitches, then I will ensure that you do not get out of this bed for a very long time.” She threatened, dragging over a stool to sit by the bed. She held the glass of water up to his lips and tilted it to let him drink, and then set it back on the cabinet.<br/><br/>“My name is Aelia, I’m a healer, wise woman, whatever you want to call me. I found you in the woods and brought you back here to patch you up.” She grabbed the mortar and a small spoon from her pocket and removed a little of the paste and held it up to his mouth. “This will taste disgusting, but you have to take it. It’s willow bark, and a mixture of other things, it will help with the pain and should help to prevent any infection from setting in.”<br/><br/>She waited until the man took it and then looked him over, His wounds were bad, but they were manageable, and as long as he did what she told him to do, he’d be up on his feet in no time. He sat back down on the stool and fixed the blankets, pulling them up a little to keep the man warm. “So, who are you and why the hell are you so bloodied up?”