As Erulon was swept to a table with his dwarf friend, Laurie intercepted the young boy passing by.
"Excuse me, young man," she said, her brows knitted in concern. "I think that wound needs looking after."
The boy, at first suprised, readily assented so they went back into the kitchen together. Laurie was not very good at healing, but she did her best and tried not to hurt the child. The cut wasn't as deep as she first thought, and she added a drop of liquid from a round green bottle dug out of her pocket.
"Now then," she said with a smile as she put a small, white bandage over the gash. "That looks much tidier. Is there anything else I can get you? Food or drink perhaps?"
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