Suger nods. "You look as if you barely survived. Here, let me draw some water and clean you up my lord."
A few minutes later,t eh cold water stings, but eases the ache of torn flesh and bruises. While Suger is cleaning your wounds and helping you out of your prisoner's rags, an older man with a long grey beard enters the tent carrying a large case. You recall his name is Berwyn, the Count's surgeon. He clucks his tongue and shoos Suger away. The boy looks to about ready to stand up to him, but a nod from you and Suger steps back.
"My lord Salisbury bade me tend to your wounds. I see you have been in a great battle. Anything broken, hmm?" When you shake your head, he goes to his case and produces a bone needle and a length of catgut. Without another word, he begins to sew your wounds shut to let them heal. It hurts, but it a welcome pain - a healing pain.
Meanwhile, Suger asks, "If there anything you need, my lord?"
