Avlora

Brianna's attention was caught by a servant shouting something about her herbs and suture kit. The boy was obviously excited by it, which only served to spark her own curiosity. So she grabbed her bag of herbs and her suture kit and hurried off to the room that the little servant boy lead her to. When she arrived her gaze immediately went to the tall redhead on the bed and she knew that this must be the girl who was injured. She nodded to Nic's words and listened when the blond explained what had happened. However, the little red head seemed to think that none of them needed to be doing anything to her and was in fact trying to climb out of the bed. Bri, being very much the no nonsense type, hustled over to the girl who she caught by the arm and slung back onto the bed, doing her best not to jar the girl's injury in the process. "Now, lass," she said in a stern tone. "Ye can lay yer arse on t'at bed 'n' get yerself fixed up, or I can knock ye out 'n' ye can get fixed up. 's up to ye, but either way, tis happenin' whether ye like it er not," she said in a gruff tone. "Nicy," she said to her brother in law without actually looking at him. "I need ye to hold the lass still," she ordered. "She can' be fidgettin' er I'll end up hurtin' her more'n necessary," she said firmly as she waited for the blonde to finish rearranging the redhead's clothing. When Nic obliged her and held the girl against the bed she nodded to the blonde. "Yer goin' ta want ta hol' 'er legs," she informed the girl. "Lessen one o' ye wants te get kicked. I don', tha's fer cer'ain," she said before she moved to the side of the bed and pulled out some herbs first. "You," she said to a servant. "Fetch some wa'er, 'n' be quick 'bout i'," she ordered. "Boilin' wuld be best," she shouted after him. She bent over the redhead to examine the wound and nodded to herself. At least it was a clean cut. That should make this a lot easier. Shortly afterwards the boy returned with a boiling pot of water and she nodded to him. She poured some of it into a small container that she had among her medicines and put some herbs into that cup. Then she grabbed a rag that she used and dunked it into the rest of the water. "This isnae gunna be comfterbal," she said to the woman before she proceeded to squeeze water from the dripping end of the rag into the wound. She needed to flush it out to make sure that no debris got stitched in there by accident. Once she'd squeezed the access water into the wound to flush it out she dipped the cloth back into the hot water, rung it out a bit, and then used it to wipe at the wound. Now that it was cleaner she could see it better. She turned to the cup that she'd put herbs in and handed it to Nic. "Yer by 'er 'ead. Ye need ta get 'er ta drink that, 'n' chew tha leaves," she informed him before she reached for a salve that would help to numb the area around where she would be stitching. "'twill help tha pain," she said as she smeared it around the wound. "Now tha fun part," she muttered to herself before she threaded one of the needles in her kit. "Hol' 'er still," she ordered of both her brother-in-law and the blonde woman.

The moment Nic responded to her in their mother tongue, Hati would grin. Retorting "Poenget ditt?" (Your Point?) but in reality she had a respect for Nic and his honesty. Hati and Skoll were both rather attractive women and it took a lot for many men to say no to them. She would look to Aislin when she inquired what happened. Hati sighed heavily. "I jus said. Stuck her with my sword. It not happen often. But I am Shieldmaiden and some time Skoll get in the way of sword."

The moment they entered the room and Brianna took over, Hati just listened to her. For a moment she was awestruck with the accent and it took her a minute to tell herself what the woman meant. But then Nic began saying the words in Norwegian. Hati did what she asked right away. "No, I know what her kicks feel like. She my twin." She would insist with a nod. Though she gave the woman a small smile. When her sister flailed she scoffed. "Slutt å slåss." (Quit your Fighting). But the big lady seemed to know what she was doing. Hati definitely was not new to stitching up Skoll and vice verse. They would never admit it though, they would pretend they never got injured.

Skoll couldn’t help but grunt when a red-haired woman grabbed her arm and tossed her back onto the bed, though when that little sound of displeasure escaped her, her whole world went dark again. Despite the woman not trying to jar her injury, the flinging actually hurt her quite a bit more than anybody who hasn’t been stabbed with a sword could even imagine. She didn’t come back around until the woman started to scrub on her wound, though when the pain registered she would let out a rather uncourageous whimpering noise, and tears streamed from her eyes. Thankfully, she probably wouldn’t remember this and it was doubtful that Hati would bring it up in the future, so she wouldn’t really have to worry about it. When the woman spoke in her thick, almost indiscernible accent, she would frown, her eyes closing tightly until the man began to speak in her own language, talking about needing to drink something and chew on leaves and whatnot. Honestly, it sounded like he was just translating whatever the woman was saying, but either way it made her feel a tad bit comfortable. She would accept his help in drinking it, though she did make a rather sour face at the taste; couldn’t it be sweeter, or at least have the delightful burn of alcohol? Apparently not, but either way it did help numb the pain and cloud her mind. Though, that may not have been a very good thing, as shortly afterwards she began to feel her consciousness slipping, and before the woman had gotten the needle threaded she was out again.

He'd patiently done as he was instructed by his sister in law while she'd stitched the wound closed. He'd watched the careful precision with which she'd closed the wound and couldn't help but find it interesting the way she worked. Nic had always considered Brianna to be better than an actual physician most of the time. She just had too much experience under her belt from dealing with the injuries and illnesses that he and his men had acquired over the years. When Brianna was finished with stitching the wound shut he slowly stood from where he'd knelt to pin the redhead to the bed and stretched his muscles out. He automatically translated what the woman said to the blonde woman without thinking about it. Though a smile spread across his lips when she addressed him and he nodded to her. "I'll have you a drink, and something to do momentarily," he said to his sister in law and gave her a brief hug, despite her protests. "Thank you for your help," he said as she waved off his thanks. He moved to the door of the room and ordered a servant to bring the drink and materials that Bri had ordered. Then he turned back to the room and walked over to Aislin. "Let's leave these people be, shall we," he asked, though it was clear there wasn't much room for argument in his tone. He took her hand and slipped it into his arm as he directed her out of the room. Once they were in the hall he flashed her one of his charming little grins. "So what was that about a surprise," he asked with a tilt of his head as he lead her down the hall.

Aislin would watch Brianna stitch the girl right up into perfect condition and smiled softly. There was no way that she would ever be ableto do that to anyone. She ddidn't have the skill to make it look as easy and painless as Brianna had. Even though it must've felt painful judging by the lass' expressions. Her head tilted to the side as Nic, Brianna and the girls spoke a tongue that wasn't common to her and she did wonder what language it must have been though.
She was taken aback when Nic rose and came to tugging on her hand, pulling it into his arm. She bit her lower lip and blushed abit though held his arm gently with his. To think she wouldn't be this shy still towards him but she was and she was still getting used to having a court as well. Her eyes turned to face Hati and thanked her for the option of food, calling her a "littler girl" didn't quite suit the redhead. She huffed a little and found herself walking with him down the hallway.
She smiled and undid his grasps against her hand to stand in front of him holding his hand with hers instead. She giggled softly and moved her hand to push her hair back behind her ear before glancing up at him. "And here I thought you had forgotten about it." She told him truthfully. He just seemed to be occupied with the visitors and she figured he'd rather help them get settled in. But that wasn't the case obviously. So she smiled and held . Onto his hand gently. "Well the laddies had surprised us with a picnic lunch." She told himand instead of he lleading her, she led him out the door and to the stables where a boy would be waiting with the horses. She'd let go of his hand walked to her horse hopping onto it all cowboy like and held her reigns between her fingers. "If.. you can keep up that is.." she challenged him in a teasing tone. She would make sure to ask of the girls language once they were alone.