Taking her hands away she sighed. â€œHow would you feel about a broken shoulder?â€ It would be a hassle dealing with him. When he spoke of their location Jannet saw a glimmer of hope. Maybe he wasnâ€™t such an idiot. He knew where they were at least. Standing up she went over to the fire. Her poultice was ready. Bending down she picked up the boiling pot.  It was foaming a sickly cream color.<br/><br/>Carrying it over to him she set the pot on the ground. â€œThis may hurt.â€ She said pealing off the blood caked bandages. She watched as some skin pealed off with them. It would hurt more when she applied the poultice. She started with the smaller wounds. Appling the liquid, putting on fresh bandages then moving to the next wound. As they got larger they must have been more painful. When it came to the shoulder she didnâ€™t know how to go about it. â€œThis will hurt a lot.â€