Ambra flinched when Zaino told her to get her hands away from him. [i]This one is stubborn,[/i] she thought as she watched him roll onto his back. He was moving around too much, and if he had internal bleeding (which she didn’t think that he did, but she decided that she should check), he would only tear his organs more. Even though that this man was hostile, she felt some pity toward him. [i]It has to be hard, walking through the desert while you’re starving and thirsty and poisoned.[/i] Before she could tell him anything else, he fell into unconsciousness. At that, she began to panic. [i]I have to get that cut checked out. But… where is it?[/i]

The red haired woman knew that poisoned cuts looked much nastier than normal lacerations. They usually looked especially irritated and red, and the skin around it would often be discolored. Ambra immediately got to work. She pulled back whatever clothing he had, searching for the gash that was affecting the man the most. He was covered in wounds. [i]He must have been in serious pain.[/i] Pity began to well in her heart again, but she shoved the feeling to the side. It wasn’t the tome for that. Her fingers began to pull back the little clothing he had on his lower torso, only to find that the wound that she was looking for was not there.

Ambra sighed, undoing his trousers and beginning to pull them down. Her stomach did a flip as her mind began to wander. [i]Just a peek. I can take a peek, right? It’s not like it’s molestation- no. I can’t. What the Hell is wrong with me-[/i] Yet, her eyes seemed to want to drift over to… what he had in between his legs. [i]He’s not even exposed. He has his undergarments on. Just… focus on your task.[/i] Ah, there it was. That particularly nasty gash he had on his thigh. His skin was truly discolored around the injury. Sighing, she pulled off her satchel and buried her hand into it. Ambra rummaged around for a vial, which she found after a moment or two of searching. She pulled out the said vial, which was filled with a mushy, green substance. 

[i]This will do the trick.[/i] Ambra thought, uncorking the vial and pouring some of the semi-solid onto her finger. She placed the vial to the side and rubbed the poultice into the wound, making sure that the herb got well into it. [i]He’ll be fine,[/i] she picked up the vial, frowning as she placed some of the herb into his mouth and rubbing his throat to help him swallow. [i]This will take care of the poison.[/i]