A certain blonde Rebman got lucky
Four deep slashes in Mostyn's leg, not in the best of shape, or clean gashes. "Well," Cay says, "That doesn't look good."
Servalle says, "Can you treat it?"
Carolyne chuckles. "Of course. But he needs to be bedridden for a few days, and splint it a few days after."
Mostyn looks distinctly alarmed. "Couldn't I just keep it propped while at my desk?"
Servalle looks at Mostyn, but speaks to Carolyne. "Bed rest and a splint, of course."
Carolyne says, "I'll need to treat it mostly in the traditional way, unless you have somene you dislike intensely that you wish to transfer the wounds to."
Servalle's look at Mostyn is suddenly sharp and warning.
Mostyn suppresses his brief expression of bright-eyed hope. "I'm sure the traditional way will be fine, m'lady."
Servalle says, "Can you treat it?"
Carolyne chuckles. "Of course. But he needs to be bedridden for a few days, and splint it a few days after."
Mostyn looks distinctly alarmed. "Couldn't I just keep it propped while at my desk?"
Servalle looks at Mostyn, but speaks to Carolyne. "Bed rest and a splint, of course."
Carolyne says, "I'll need to treat it mostly in the traditional way, unless you have somene you dislike intensely that you wish to transfer the wounds to."
Servalle's look at Mostyn is suddenly sharp and warning.
Mostyn suppresses his brief expression of bright-eyed hope. "I'm sure the traditional way will be fine, m'lady."