"Gasp, that's horrible." Fayette hoped her acting was better than her needlework.  "Lay down, I'll take a look."  She kept her head down, her back to him as she fussed with a pot of boiled water and a rag. She had no clue who this man was, or why the knight on the cliff had tried to kill him. But one thing was for sure, if she couldn't try to sell off a dead man's items if his troubles at all could find their way back to her.<br/><br/>She took a deep breath in, glanced once at her concealed bust line, then turned to him with a soft smile. The wound did look vicious, but that was just the blood. She cleaned it up with deft swipes, just like busting a table. Once the wound was clear she got a better idea of what she was working with, "Nothing severed, ...I don't think." She gingerly prodded around the wound, biting her lip as she tried to recall what muscles and bones should be in this area. "The muscle's maybe torn, everything's a bit swollen. But you should get mobility back after a few days of ice and ointment. I think. My father will be back tomorrow night, I can send him to you then, if you're staying that long?" She hoped not, but at the same time... curiosity and excitement was bubbling in her gut.<br/><br/>She finally dared to glance up, meeting his eyes expectantly.