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The bundle of herbs was taken without a word and the male was pleased with his patient. While she was clearly in pain, she wasn't fidgeting or complaining all that much and for that he was grateful. Luckily, he hadn't given his pups anything to help fight the illness they had. He probably could have, but they needed to fight it off on their own, to strengthen their immunity to future illness. If he'd had to give them something that was as bitter as the Catnip and Willow-bark bundle Amy was currently chewing, he very much doubted they would come to him again for help with ailments. While Amy chewed, Saul had moved to the trees close by, ripping down a branch.
Separating the bark from the branch was easy, but he had to removed the carving knife from his belt to split the branch in two. He managed to get the split straight and this was what he'd been hoping for. Removing the string from his bag, he knew this was going to be a pretty rudimentary job. The book he'd learnt this technique from had described the splint being wrapped up with a bandage to keep it secure. He was sourly lacking in bandages and the rabbit furs he'd been using for smaller ailments wouldn't suffice. The string would have to do. Her voice seemed strained as she informed him that her pain had numbed. This was the harder part, by far.
Trying his hardest to reassure her, he moved swiftly towards the arm. He asked her to look away for a moment, before the carving knife cut into her skin. The hole created by the splintered bone didn't give him enough room to manouver it back into place. So he opened the wound up, just enough so that he could manipulate the bone. It was hard going and he knew he must be hurting her, but after a good ten minutes of manipulating the bone back and forth, he thought it was sitting as right as it could be against the remaining bone of her arm. It was likely to heal wonky anyway, but it was better than nothing. Pausing for just a moment, he asked Amy to remain still.
Bloodied fingers reached for the splints, laying them firmly on either side of her forearm. It would be tricky to get this right, so he moved to sit on the floor. Moving her arm, he placed it between his knees, so that they held the splints in place and he was able to use both hands to tie and secure them to her arm. It was an awkward position, but it was the best he could do. Unravelling and snipping off lengths of string, he began to tie them around her arm in intervals. In the end, it was a crude splint, but it was secure and the splints did not move. He made sure the string wouldn't cut off her circulation before releasing the arm from his knees.
Reaching into his bag, he drew out a length of cloth, tucking it under her arm and bending the elbow at the right place, he tied the cloth around the females neck. The sling would keep her from moving her arm and dislodging the splint that he'd tied on to keep the bone in place. "It's done. Do you want some more Willow-bark for the pain?" He questioned, breathing a sigh of relief that it was over.
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