Isolde took the pouch that Jarvan had extended to her. She sniffed the contents. Some she recognized,others she vaguely remembered.<br/><br/>"One of the advantages of being in the company of gypsies would be the ability to find varied herbs throughout the countryside. I have traveled with the caravans." she said, nodding in satisfaction at his knowledge as much as his supply.<br/><br/>"Thank you, Jarvan. I will use this, the Athelas,for the wounds here." Isolde said,turning back to the boiling water. She poured some over a cheese cloth which held some rosehips, filling two pottery mugs. The steam rose into a swirling dew, moistening her cheeks. "There is honey in the pot on the side board if you wish your tea sweet."<br/><br/>After she tended to her guest, she turned to the Athelas and began to chew them. She pulled out clean bandages and poured some of the boiling water into a small bowl. She spit the masticated leaves into a saucer and touched the woman gently. Isolde said softly,<br/><br/>"I will begin cleaning your wound. Please, know that I am here to help."<br/><br/>Dipping the cloth in the water,she washed away the dirt from the leg wound. She hoped the woman would not wake so she could make her clean and comfortable.Isolde was concerned the cleansing process would be painful.<br/><br/>Shifting her attention to Jarvan, Isolde explained for his benefit as well as her patient's.<br/><br/>" For the sake of my client's privacy, I ask that you remain in your chair, sir. If I find that I need your physical assistance, I will summon you. First, I will use this boiled water to cleanse the surface dirt. Boiling the water gives it a magic quality that fights infection." Her hands worked delicately as well as quickly. "Next I will peel back the clothing from the wound and cut it away." A flash of light from a thin silver blade flashed as she cut away the filthy blood soaked pants leg. "Now, I will begin to apply the Athelas." She applied the small supply she had prepared and worked on a bit more which she soon added. "While this soaks into the skin, I will crush some garlic and purple coneflower to sprinkle on the first layer of the bandage." She cut down a bundle of wild garlic that was hanging on her drying rack. This she pounded on top of  the white bandage, grinding the aromatic herb into the gauze.. "The bandage will keep out the foul spirits that would cast red lines through the flesh." Isolde wrapped it around three times and then tied it off, snuggly but not tightly."<br/><br/>Isolde cleaned the surfaces, leaving them clean and organized. She seemed to fly around the room, so efficient were her movements. Crossing the room to a small chest, she pulled out a woven blanket the color of the autumn grasses. She covered the woman, leaving her in the coffin. Isolde figured she could rest here until she was able to be moved but if she died,then she was ready to be carried out.<br/><br/>"I have done all here that I can do." Isolde said quietly. She sat down by the fire and sipped her tea. It had cooled so she poured some of the water out and added the still hot boiled water. "Thank you, Jarvan for your generosity. While my remedies work, I miss the skillful methods of the gypsies." She sipped the tea and smiled, relaxing with an audible sigh. With a wry smile, Isolde commented,<br/>"So you were telling me that you are a man of great endurance?" Her eyebrow shot up with that last word.