She sat in silence for a moment concerning her options. If she could get it to stop bleeding then she could very well stitch the wounds up, maybe a tad bit of magic would help with that? The worst thing that could happen is it not healing at all right? Sighing she raised a hand, placing it directly over the wound. A few words were uttered under her breath as her hand took on a green hue. Slowly the bleeding on each of the wounds came to a stop, or at least slowed enough she could work with the wounds. As the spell ended though she swayed slightly, growing dizzy from the overuse of what little magic she had. "Do you know how to stitch wounds?" She asked the girl in a low voice.

Samie thought for a moment, trying to remember what her father taught her. Clean the wound, clean the needle, start stitching, seemed simple enough, right? "Yes, but it was almost 10 years ago that he taught me. Do you have any needles and thread?" The siren took the wet towel and started to clean the wound again, trying to make sure it would be safe for Onmund. Samie once again found herself staring at Onmund's body while she was deep in thought, and quickly looked away, feeling angry at herself.

(Gosh...there are definitely going to be problems between these two...)

"Yes, in my bag." The woman answered reaching for the pack. Inside everything was neatly arranged, thanks to Onmund, and easy to access. The sewing kit was near the bottom, since she hardly had the time to sew nor the reason to. It was mainly used to patch holes in clothes, and to stitch minor wounds which up until now they had managed to avoid. She handed it over with a shaking hand before putting the bag back in its place against the leg of the bed. At this point her head began to hurt as her vision slowly swam her she dared not close her eyes for any length of time. She didn't trust this girl, not with her husband's life that is.

(Yep, Samie is good at making problems)

Samie took the needle, her hand shaking. She wiped the blood up one last time then started to stitch his arm back together. She felt bad about being put in charge of saving a man's life when she had learned everything she was doing a decade ago. She quietly tied the knot at the end, cutting the string. Samie then started on his stomach wound, hoping he couldn't feel anything that was happening to him. She placed one hand close to his chest and started to sew this wound together also. The siren had this sick feeling in her stomach that she would mess everything up and end up killing him.

The woman watched, flinching slightly if a hand was placed in a more private area. 'Calm down Toril..' she kept telling herself. 'It's not like Onmund would up and leave you for another woman...' Once down she handed over a small roll of bandages taking one herself to bandage her spouse's stomach. "Help me sit him up, I'll hold him while you bandage." She didn't was to risk the woman laying hands on him more than needed. It was unnecessary enough that she kept eyeing him. It wasn't like it was anything spectacular. Sure he was somewhat fit, though not enough it really showed through in his figure. So what was the big deal?

Samie help sit him up silently, the woman was definitely mad at her now. She finished sewing the stomach wound and went to the last one, her hand shaking wildly now. She was still in her wet clothes and was covered in mud, which was not a good thing when you are sewing skin closed. Samie finished the last wound in 15 minuets, almost 5 minuets slower than the other two wounds. As soon as she cut the string she grabbed a towel and wrapped herself in it, temped to sit down in the corner of the room.

With the wounds bandaged she covered the man, making sure to leave one foot out from the covers. Onmund was never able to sleep fully under the covers, he always complained about it being too hot. With that she looked to the woman. "I have an extra set of clothes if you need them." She offered. Toril wasn't normally a very friendly person though she wasn't rude at the same time. She herself could wear a pair of Onmund's robes.

"Aren't you going to need them?" Samie asked quietly, trying to keep her eyes on Toril. Why do I keep looking at him? There isn't anything special about him, and you've seen lots of men who look better than him. Samie wiped her face of the mud and looked out the window, it was still raining and the man was still lying on the street. "Are we going to be hunted for murder?"

"I'll need them back once yours dries though you can use them for the time being." The woman answered tossing the girl the clean dry clothes. "And no, well probably not. It depends on who he was. Besides the inn keeper is a witness, as am I you and Onmund. I doubt they will question it if anyone even notices."

Samie looked around for a room to change in, or at least a little space she could fit in, feeling uncomfortable suddenly. Even if Osmund was sleeping and Toril wouldn't look, she couldn't trust that Osmund wouldn't wake up soon. "Do you have a room I can change in..?"



(I feel like osmund is going to wake up and see Samie in Toril's clothes and freak out)