Solin glanced at Razkar as he approached them and noticed frown on his face, and he started to wonder if he disapproved of him helping his fellow Myrian. Over the last few days, kelvic noticed the Razkar has been doting over the his female counterpart, and he was starting to wonder if they were related in some way; however, Razkar seemed to treat the Kaie in differantly than the rest of the part, so he kind of wondered if the women of the Myrian were held in high regards. It would be a answer. He would have to learn in time, but he was patient. Anyways, Solin figured he needed to be careful and respectful around Kaie otherwise he might butt heads with his former leader. The kelvic uncorked the bottle of clear alcohol and said with a nod to Razkar, “As I said, I am no medic, but whenever my Da got injured in the forest, he always treated his cuts and scraps with alcohol or a hot piece of metal. He said you could also heat the end of anything metal and burn the wound too. He told me it good if you want to stop the bleeding quickly.” Setting the bottle down, He saw the cut on her body were small, so he started to tear the shirt into long strips, and he answered Razkar question, “Yes, I am using alcohol to clean the wounds, so her injuries don't go foul on her trip back to the city.” Solin didn't understand what his father meant by wounds going foul, but he assumed it was bad, so like a good son he treated them as soon as possible. The kelvic decided to stay silent as they conversed between each other in their native tongue. It was a strange language, but he assumed they were discussing his act of kindness. The kelvic poured some of the contents of the bottle onto the rag, and he looked up at Kaie and said with a nod, “I not going to lie to you Kaie this will sting.”
Solin reached out and started to dab the nearest viable wound with the wet rag. He held it on the wound for a few ticks before removing the damp cloth and tied the cloth tightly over the cut. It wasn't a pretty bandage, but it was the best he could do for her till she made it to a healer. Solin decided to make small talk with the Myrians as he continued to the next cut, “I wanted to say to you both it was a honor to fight along side you both. Honestly, I was quite fascinated on your people fighting style. It is both brutal and elegant at the same time.” Solin thought for a tick before asking his question, “I am curious if your people teach your fighting technique to outsiders? Oh Kaie. I am going to clean your calf wound now.” Solin poured a small bit of alcohol onto the rag again, and he knelt down by her leg and gently started to dab the wet rag along the wound on her calf. He made sure to keep replying the alcohol with each dab since he needed to clean the dirt around and inside the wound. As he cleaned the wound, he was surprised that she could even walk let alone fight, but he figured her goddess was keeping her stable and alert throughout the fight. When he was finished cleaning the wound, he decided to tie two bandages around her leg to make sure the wound stayed clean until she got back to the human city. Solin stood up and put the empty bottle into the saddle bag and said with a smile, “Kaie, I did the best I could dressing your wounds, but I suggest you find a healer to take a closer look at you calf wound.” Solin looked at Razkar and Kaie and said with a nod, “I can accompany you both to Syliras unless you want to take the journey alone. If you want Kaie, you can ride the horse to city, so you can stay off your injured leg. I was just going to walk the horse to the city anyways.” Solin waited for a chime for them to answer his first question than he asked his second, “If you both ever want to go hunting for game in the forest or train in the future, I will be in Syliras till the Fall. If not than I wish you both safe travels.”
