Mira knelt over the man, gentle hands probing at his wounds.  "He's breathing,"  she murmured.  His wounds weren't bad...she could heal them.  At least bandage his hurt and they'd heal on their own.<br/><br/>"Let's see..."  she said to herself, rummaging in her bag.  She hadn't come prepared for much...just a few things to ease scrapes and bruises.  Pulling out the supplies she needed, she made a small poultice of herbs and rubbed the semi-paste on the wound.  Carefully, she ripped a section of cloth from the inside of her hem to hold it in place.