She stood beside him as he climbed up into the cart. He was rather awkward doing so, and for a moment she worried he would fall. Finally, he managed to flop into position, looking less than comfortable about it. She fought hard not to chuckle. Stalwart defender, heavily trained knight... becomes a wet noodle when he uses a few herbs for pain... She found it absolutely endearing, though she would never tell him so. When he looked back at her after getting into position, his eyes were unfocused despite his efforts to the contrary. She could see how very much he was feeling it.<br/><br/>"What exactly is it you think you should do, hmm? Get up and do a dance?" she almost giggled, only barely managing to restrain it, "No... just sit tight and try to relax. Here. I'll show you."<br/><br/>She hopped up into the cart lightly, grateful for the light he'd placed. She'd arranged him so that there was a crate under him, and also to his back, which he was resting against on the bag of grain. This held his body elevated enough that his head would be in the perfect position if she sat behind him on the crate. She arranged things a bit, but couldn't seem to get the angle just right. He needed to scoot down, just a hair. She knew better than to ask him to do it. He was looking less than mobile. Moving around him by placing her feet carefully, picking her way over limb and box, she maneuvered herself to his feet. by placing the toes of each of her boots over his feet, she managed to leverage his knees into place. By pulling up on his knees, as she was holding his toes down, she was able to shift his center of gravity and cause him to slide down the sack of grain a bit. Peering at his position slightly, she decided that was just about right, and maneuvered back to his head again.<br/><br/>When she was in position, she first poured a clear liquid from a large bottle over her hands. It smelled strongly of alcohol. Sitting poised and ready behind him, with needle and thread cleansed and prepared, she first leaned over him to see his eyes, checking to see how alert he was at this point. "How's that? Comfortable?" She barely touched her finger to the skin beside the wound, applying a slight pressure, "Does that hurt?"