Marcellus looked up at the nymph. Looks like he'd be more useful than anticipated. Shuffling through the supplies the nymph had brought, he recalled his time with the circus, back to when the tightrope walker fell and nearly shattered his ribcage. Make sure the patient can breath; don't compress the area; allow rest to heal. The splint would be useful if there were any other breaks; the bandages would help prevent infection in any scrapes she got in the numerous times she fell during the conflict. The potion? He uncapped and smelled it, and nearly gagged at the smell. Local anesthesia; perfect. He produced a cloth from one of his many pockets and poured a bit of the potion onto it. Lifting Fossil's shirt slightly, he dabbed and rubbed the area around the break, being careful not to directly touch her. Not out of any concern for her dignity, but because of her state; disoriented people's thoughts were a pain to sort through. Putting the rag next to the the other supplies, Marcellus grabbed a tarp covering some barrels and rolled it up, putting it under the girl to support her head, neck and torso; that was about all he could do. Hopefully the half-elf would heal fast. He sat himself next to the girl to keep an eye on her condition. Turning to the nymph, Marcellus nodded his wordless thanks. He the turned his attention to the two on the dock; it might be best to have the slave girl apply the bandages.