"See to him..."
Those were the only words he needed to hear. The slim silk bag was brought from his shoulder, rested on the floor next to the governor's bed. With practiced ease the vial of salve was extracted, as the lithe form of Thadius Dhrin sat upon the bed beside Altias.
Long fingers uncorked the bottle, gently calloused fingertip dipping within to scoop out a small amount of the dark gel. With the gentleness of a born nursemaid, it is applied to the wound. The first movement from the govnernor since his collapse is noted then. A rasping intake of air, a sharp hiss between dry lips, as the acidic mixture touched the dying flesh.
"It will take time. I have enough salve to treat him, the tea must begin as soon as he is awake."
The salve is capped, the bottle extended toward Ari. He is aware of the arrival of the others, but must deal with these matters before being cordial. From the elegant silk bag comes a packet of tea, also then extended toward the watcher of the governor.
"As much as he can drink, as often as he is awake. You will need them both for this to work."
It was only then that he looked up to the newcomers to the sick room. A gentle nod was given to the male, a soft smile to the woman.
"My Queen of the floors."
Rising from the bed he bowed gracefully to Quincy, smoothing his skirt as he straightened. A soft noise of discomfort as he turned his back to Ariane, to fully look at the other two, fingers attempting to release the silk from the sheen of sweat on his back. The thin fabric clinging briefly to the series of welts on his back.
The bag retrieved from the floor, a soft smile to Ari.
"My home is not too far, a day on a fast horse. Perhaps four at your current pace. I would be happy to take you there if you think it would be helpful for your doctor."
A gentle frown then, one finger raising before his face, ticking back and forth.
"I do not wish a reward. I do not expect, nor will I accept, payment. That is the end of that, Nightingale. I'll hear no more of it."