Aeryn smiles at the man's tale of how he has just been powering through the numbness.  And the pain, if she is any judge.  And she is.  "Hold still."  She  says firmly and flips open her kitbox.  She pulls out a small square of cloth and presses it to his cheek just under the center of the inflammation.  Without needing to look, her fingers select the smallest of the short blades in her kit.  She doesn't bother telling him it might hurt, his men are watching so he would die before flinching.<br/><br/>A quick small cut and then the scalpel handle is between her teeth as her fingers press gently to drain the wound.  The pus smells foul, not just from infection but from the poison as well.  She is is agentle as she can be but she does press a bit firmly to get the noxious stuff out of him.  Then a mor coaxing, kneading touch as she gently searches for splinters, finds one and tries to work it out.  Too big, she takes hold of the blade again and makes a slightly longer cut... that does it.  She selects another bit of cloth and wraps the splinter and tucks it into a small pouch.  A dash of alcohol on the cuts, more splashed on another bit of cloth which she tapes across his cheek and she is doe.  Aeryn nods in satisfaction.  No spells, no potions, just old school field medicine.<br/><br/>"Practical indeed."  She murmurs when she is done.<br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Heal treatment roll:  26   29682 At 2011-07-16 11:40:44, Healergirl (uid: 25515) rolls: 1d20a13 Result: 26 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=29682)</div></div>