"No harm, no foul?" Kryschenn repeated. "I guess that's true," she agreed, inwardly confirming an observation she'd made earlier that the Mentalist seemed to be of the 'I'm alive, I'm still breathing, let's go!' type.
Looking ahead to the clearing, she tried to see if any of their friends were visible, but they were still too far off. She glanced back at Cole, about to ask him how much further it was, when her eyes again fell on his bandaged hand. She'd already asked him about it, and he said it was fine, but she just couldn't believe he'd wrap his hand up like that for no reason. Obviously his wrist wasn't sprained, since he had climbed down the mountain so easily, and clearly nothing was broken because he'd showed her he could move his fingers without screaming in agony. But he must have done something to it.
"Speaking of hurt, are you sure you're hand's okay?" she asked, gesturing to his makeshift bandage once again. "I know you said it's not sprained, but you must have a reason for bandaging it like that." Cutting off Cole before he could begin to reply, she explained, "You do realize, if you cut it or something, an open wound could have gotten a lot of dirt in it, what with all that crawling around in the caves and climbing down the mountainside we were doing. It could could get infected. Or even if you burned it or something, you should get some medicine on it. Give me a few minutes and I can whip up a healing poultice. Don't look so surprised, I know a little about herb craft. It's a hobby." As she spoke, she glanced around for an appropriate medicinal plant. Some aloe, maybe, or some thyme... "Oh, perfect! There's some Adder's Tongue over there, that will work fine. I just want to make sure you don't get an infection or gangrene or something, okay?"
