"Let her rest."
The healer tidied up her things and put them into her bag fumblingly. The woman then pointed towards the small table next to the bed without turning her head.
"I also left some medicines and potions on the table. The herb in the green bottle, drink it every day until the wound dries up. The rest, use sparingly."
Octavianus scanned the bottles on the table before turning his gaze back to Elwyn.
"Will she be alright?"
The old woman chuckled as she fumbled for her walking stick.
"She will live," the healer replied. "If it wasn't for the Goddess of Fortune's mercy, I'd say that she probably didn't want to kill herself. The incision on his wrist did not hit any important blood vessels. She indeed lost some blood, but not too badly. She will wake up soon."
Octavianus nodded. He then waved his hand at the soldier standing by the door.
"Thank you, Physician Elwyn. My soldiers will pay you and take you home."
