"Come quick! It's the Ceanfine!" one of the boys too young to fight shouts at Mugain as she stitches one warrior's sliced bicep. Hastily making the last stitch, the young woman who knows just enough about plants and herbs to have been one of the ones drafted to aid the clan healer, jumps up from her stool. Motioning to another of the young lads, Mugain grabs up a long length of cloth and runs to follow the boy who came for her.

Moments later she's politely telling the MacRoth woman to step aside for a healer. Mugain then pushes any thought of the lady from her mind as she focuses intently on the Ceanfine. Working quickly to staunch the flow of blood, Mugain puts pressure on the wound, keeping it there even as the two boys slide the Ceanfine onto the cloth she brought. Awkward though it is, she keeps the wad of bandages pressed firmly down while the two boys drag the cloth with their wounded Ceanfine to the healer's tent.