The sudden loss of a hand shocked Denka. Not because of the blood, in the 6 months she had been with Takeda she had seen plenty of violence. No it was unexpected action that shocked her. How would an ambassador's daughter have such skill? Denka grew skeptical of the woman. Tho her expression was hidden behind her mask.<br/><br/>Denka walked over to where the soldier lay screaming his stump cauterized by the pan. In the months she had little else to do she began to learn more about healing. So she took the salve from the medicine man and applied it gently to the man's wound. Wrapping it with a clean strip of cloth and tying it. One of the other men arrived back on deck with a small wooden box that Denka owned that was full of salves, potions and oils. "Arigato.." she smiled to the man before taking it.<br/><br/>It was clear that Denka, while the mistress of Takeda, was more of a submissive to him then an equal. Opening a smal brown bottle she poured it into the soldiers mouth. "Shhh shh it won't hurt soon." Her hand brushed the man's hair back as Denka's eyes turned towards Takeda, the man who would know her concerns before she even spoke. Looking back to the other soldiers. "Take him below deck to rest until the pain is gone. I am sure Takeda-sama will want him back to work as soon as possible."<br/><br/>Standing she picked up her wooden case and moved back down the stairs to the captain's quarters. Standing in the small room putting away her healing things as she wondered if the woman above them was there for good or evil. It shocked her when she though of Takeda's death the wave of sadness that washed over her. She loved him, tho she had yet to admit it to anyone.. Even herself.