01-12-2015, 07:44 PM
While the two knights had their duel, Ingrid watched from a short distance away. Roland hadn't needed to ward her away from the duel; she couldn't have intervened if she wanted to, not without giving herself away, at least. She winced when Roland grabbed his own weapon, slicing his hand open in the process, but found herself equal parts surprised and impressed when he almost effortlessly disarmed and knocked away the rival knight. She had- perhaps unfairly- assumed him to be more romantic fool than actual knight, but he did indeed possess the skill befitting of his former title.
Soon after Roland had chased off the Lycian knight, he approached her once more. He commented on the wound he'd inflicted on himself while he held out his injured hand, giving Ingrid a closer look at the damage. She found his mistaken belief that this was her "first lesson" in mending someone's wounds rather humorous, somehow; evidently he hadn't been listening when she said she was a healer.
"Don't worry, you're in capable hands" Ingrid said, gently taking his wrist and turning his palm upwards to better inspect the wound. The wound wasn't terribly deep nor bleeding overmuch; fixing this would be simple, once she retrieved her supplies from her horse's saddlebag.
"If you don't mind, go ahead and sit there" she said, releasing his hand and gesturing to the stone she'd been sitting on earlier "I just need to get my staff and medicine." With that, she walked the short distance to where she'd secured her horse and began rummaging through its saddlebag.
Soon after Roland had chased off the Lycian knight, he approached her once more. He commented on the wound he'd inflicted on himself while he held out his injured hand, giving Ingrid a closer look at the damage. She found his mistaken belief that this was her "first lesson" in mending someone's wounds rather humorous, somehow; evidently he hadn't been listening when she said she was a healer.
"Don't worry, you're in capable hands" Ingrid said, gently taking his wrist and turning his palm upwards to better inspect the wound. The wound wasn't terribly deep nor bleeding overmuch; fixing this would be simple, once she retrieved her supplies from her horse's saddlebag.
"If you don't mind, go ahead and sit there" she said, releasing his hand and gesturing to the stone she'd been sitting on earlier "I just need to get my staff and medicine." With that, she walked the short distance to where she'd secured her horse and began rummaging through its saddlebag.