[littl3chocobo]

he held up the bag he grabbed from their room as he passed. it had witch hazel and rolls of bandage fabric. saying nothing and still looking away he hurried to the other and pulled him to a nearby chair. he looked for water and rags and set them down on the floor in front of roy. he pulled out the leather bag holding his witch hazel compress and opened it, crouching he then pulled a roll out and ripping two strips, on long and one short. taking up the short he scooped the chunky poultice from the casing and wrapped it in the short bandage, setting it down to soak through he put a rag into the water and pulled roy's shirt lightly to get the fabric off of the wound with his other hand he nimbly undid the lacings and half pulled the shirt off the other. he stopped momentarily noting that that the wound looked to be closing on it's own, as if it was already several days healed, he nodded away the thought and taking the now wet rag he began to wipe away the blood, he ignored the other's squirming and when it was clean he picked up the compress. firmly he pressed the herbs against the wound eliciting a his from the other. he paid that no mind either, no man could do it more gently and still have it heal right. with his other hand he found roys and let it to the compress, softly he held it over his and put them together, then pressing down slid his out making sure the compress was not shifted. when he was satisfied the other would not pull it back off he picked up the long strip and leaned into the man's lap to pull it around his waist he wrapped it twice before taking one end into his mouth, he slid his hand over the compress pushing the captain's away in the process and then with no warning slipped his hand free and pulled with his mouth and other hand, the wrap tightened around roy's torso and in effect the wound. to his credit nothing more than a grunt passed his lips, damaris was somewhat proud of that, most usually cursed or flinched but this man was stronger than that. he finished up with one more wrap around the waist and a knot to tie it. still between the captain's knees he looked up triumphantly. noone save his aunt could do a better job and even she not nearly so fast.