Adrew pulls himself out of the bath just as the little dragonnet appears above him. He glares at it. "Scram, I can take care of myself. I don't need a healer!" He growls. The thing dosen't listen. "Fine, have it your way." He walks into thee part of the wyer where Zeranth was laying and pulls back a curtain revealing a basket with some small instruments he used for small wounds. Pulling out soft gauze and absorbent material he starts wrapping the wound tightly.