<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cc/Kathra.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Kathra Brighthammer (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344148.msg16249161#msg16249161)</strong></span></span><br/><strong>HP:</strong>7/12 AC: 15<br/><strong>Spell slots:</strong>1: 0/2<br/><strong>Spells prepared:</strong><em>cure wounds</em>,<em>grease</em><br/><strong>Effects:</strong>Magical Tinkering 2/2<br/><strong>Actions:</strong><br/><hr/>Kathra stepped out of the cave and found somewhere to sit, with a bush providing a small measure of privacy from the rest of the group. "Thank you, lad," she said to Rat, looking over his medical kit with approval at how well it was maintained. "Let's see what we can do here."<br/><br/>With Rat's assistance, she started by lifting her scale mail away from the wound and over the broken shaft of the arrow. The arrow had snuck in between two of the scales - it was good armour, but not exactly a masterpiece. Next came her fur shawl, and then a thick linen bodice. The linen was a dull beige, now stained with crimson, but the blood hadn't gotten any further than that. She clicked her tongue at the damage to her clothing. "I'll have to stitch that up later," she muttered. "This is good fur, too."<br/><br/>Her bodice was fastened with thick ties to give her upper body shape, or at least support. As she unlaced the ties, or rather indicated for Rat to do so, she kept her wounded left breast elevated, and the right came free of its binding, descending like an ochre jelly from a cave ceiling. As she had surmised, the wound wasn't deep, and the real work would be in preventing further damage or bleeding in removing the goblin's arrowhead.<br/><br/>"You don't need to be quite so gentle, young Rat," she joked with him lightheartedly. "If raising five little ones couldn't destroy this bosom, one little arrow won't, and nor will your hands." She was distracting herself from the discomfort, of course, watching his face as he worked rather than paying attention to what his hands were doing.<br/><br/>As the arrowhead came free, she breathed a sigh of relief, now that she no longer needed to grit her teeth every time she made a sudden movement. "Quite alright, lad," she said with a warm smile. "I've been hurt worse before. Your hands are very skilled."