Ivaan smiled as he saw the last of the moss go up in flames. He laughed, slumped into a sitting position, and looked to Reetch, saying; "That was amazing, comrade." Before looking over to the injured people.
no rest for the wicked, Ivaan. Come on, up you get.
Dragging himself to his feet, Ivaan huffed as he fetched his bag, stowed away his alchemy supplies, and walked over to the five victims of the moss.
"Claire, William, let me help." He said, trying to get her attention. He lay out his medical supplies from the sack that usually sat on the side of his bag. Antiseptic was amongst the many labelled jars and bundles, along with poppy based anesthetic and a little bandage. Not enough to treat all of the wounds on the men and women, but a start.
Ivaan began to work alongside Claire, fetching stretchers from the horses and trying to get some semblance of sterilisation by getting the patients off of the boggy earth. He used his share of the bandages, letting Claire and William use the dwindling supply too, and when that ran out, began systematically tearing out the lining of his last cloak, a little remorsefully. The harsh, thick material used by the outer layers was unusable as bandages, but the smooth lining would do.
"This is the second cloak in as many weeks. first the acidic head plants and now this!" he murmured, only half joking.
The wounds were smeared with an antiseptic poultice and closed up, Ivaan taking a torch not being used to burn the moss and sterilising a needle to stitch up some of the more grievous wounds.
As he worked, Ivaan admired William and Claire's efficiency with time and resources. She certainly wasn't an amateur.
"I'm glad I have you here, you're very skilled." Ivaan thanked gratefully.
"Oh shoot, this one's got a fever." Ivaan grabbed a Poultice and began smearing the man's forehead.
"Look for signs of shock. It's to be expected after what they've been through. When I have time I'll mix up some dreamless sleep medicine."
