[D7 EM] House Calls

[Maester Hubert]

Hubert said goodbye to Terrance and stepped outside to be greeted by Caim. "In need of a maester, is it? Lead on."

[Caim Feyther]

"Yes, thank you," he replied simply, leading to his own pavilion and showing a cut on his leg and another along his cheekbone, and a deeper gash that had come close to piercing his stomach but fortunately, he had twisted out of the way just in time.

[Maester Hubert]

Hubert laid out his kit, offering the man a piece of willow bark. "Bite this, it will help." He doused each of the cuts with pale red Firemilk, the liquid stinging intensely, and set about stitching up each gash.


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Treat Injury - Caim, TN9: 5d6k4 15 - 2 Injuries removed
Treat Injury - Caim, TN12: 5d6k4 17 - 1 Wound removed

[Caim Feyther]

He accepted it willingly, gritting his teeth into it and his hands forming tight fists as he felt the sting of the Firemilk. The stitches weren't a walk in the gardens themselves, but he was able to get through them with only a couple of grunts when the needle hit a particularly sensitive spot. When iit was all over, he took a deep breath and nodded. "Thank you, Maester Hubert."

[Maester Hubert]

"You'll be right," he bound the wounds with silk and gave his spiel: no strenuous activity, see him if they started seeping, stitches out in a week.