[Quiet Man Cometh]

"I can splint your arm for you." Dara knelt next to the man and gingerly looked over his fractured arm, touching it as little as possible. "We need to set the bone first."

She went back to her horse who carried his head low and didn't seem to pay much attention to anything. From the bags on the saddle she grabbed a pack with a barely visible white cross on it, and some faded writing "-st Aid." A few wayward sticks suited her purposes before she approached the man again, ths time, helping him lie down on the ground. "You might want something to bite on" she said.