Brinn was completely distracted by her work now, paying no attention to the thief. She mixed a few herbs in a stone bowl, then used a tool to grind the herbs into powder. The mortar and pestle were small, yet useful. Several times, she stopped with the herbs and sniffed. Each time, she'd purse her lips, furrow her brows in thought, then add another leaf or sprig of some herb or other. When the herbs were to her satisfaction, she added a few odd seeds, a dried bean, and a few drops of oil from a tiny vial. This created a paste that smelled extremely potent. She pulled up the cloth tied around her neck to cover her nose and mouth as she worked.<br/><br/>The smell of the paste would be strong even to the shapeshifter. When breathed too deeply, it would inspire a heavy lethargy. She used the pestle to begin gently applying the paste to the infected wound, doing so as gently as possible. The concoction would burn and sting as she applied it. Behind the cloth, her lips were moving unseen, hissing dark words of power, forming a purging spell. The spell was used by others of her 'craft' for harmful means, but she had found a way to warp the common use of the spell and use it for beneficial purposes. It was unheard of, and took a great deal of control, but she seemed to have no trouble doing it.<br/><br/>She kept this up for a long while, slowly and delicately applying the salve, hissing constantly behind the cloth that covered her face. Finally, looking ill, she pulled back. Her face was pale, her skin clammy, and she breathed heavily. Her eyes were slightly unfocused. She leaned back against the sack of grain behind her and let out a long sigh.<br/><br/>"That should... help immensely. You'll need to get the walking sword over there to heal the tissue. The taint should be cleansed."