The Scholar looked at the bat pony, rather surprised that this "Nokky" had experience in medicine. She didn't look the type, but then appearances didn't tell much - the peaceful dullness of the town hid such a great and wonderful mind after all. In any case another medic would be appreciated. If the bolt turned out to have a nasty surprise such as a toxin or a curse, Scarlet would need all the help she could get. 

"Yes, I could use your assistance. Thank you," Lens said, and turned back to the patient. The Scholar moved to one side for Nocturne to stand beside her. "And no payment is really necessary." This was true enough, for her position at Manehatten Research made her rich. As she had little interest in decadent luxuries, most of that money sat in Whitegold's banks. "Well, Ms. Scarlet, you were fortunate that the wound did not hit any arteries or major organs." Lens wondered about Scarlet. The soldier got out with few injuries for an encounter with a band of highwayponies. If her story was true, then she must be quite the talented fighter. 

A different waitress came back with a bottle, a mug, and a basket of rags. "Put some on the floor and table," directed Lens. As the pony did so, the Scholar horn glowed and the bottle was lifted into the air. The cork was removed, and after examining the label Lens poured the high-proof liquid on the wound. "That's going to burn," Lens said. She put some of the beverage in the mug. "Not the best disinfectant, but I've seen the water quality of this town. Drink that if you're feeling any discomfort during the procedure."

Lens turned to Nocturne, her gaze sterile of any emotion. "Miss, have you ever helped in repairing the damage from a crossbow projectile before?"

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Sweeper nodded at Armifera's words. "Ahhh, that makes sense. Alas dear Ami, I still have much to learn of the arts of military and warfare. Though I know a good deal about the hardware of that trade." She indicated Wind's now lustrous and wonderful armor.

The alicorn was happy that Winterjet was entering the conversation, seemingly having overcome whatever discomfort she was experiencing previously. Despite the pegasus' bluntness, the alicorn was used to that from her more militant siblings. Though considering her eccentric nature, Sweeper probably wouldn't have mind in any case. 

Sliver looked at Stormwing trooper, and gave a respectful bow.. "Thank you, Housecarl Berserker Winds. Though the drink was strong -" Sweeper wiped the sweat from her scalp, "- it is gratifying that you shared it with me. If we get the chance, we should go for some [b]BURP! [/b]" The alicorn covered her mouth and began to blush. In the distance, the echo of the belch could be heard. "Oh goodness, sorry. "