[ Ah, so he's speaking of an injury. For himself or someone else, she cannot say, but the clench in his teeth and the rough tone gives her something of an answer. There is no change in her expression, no hint that she realizes. Instead, she goes to the shelves to collect some of the herbs in question, book still in hand, which she snaps shut with great care. Other herbs are plucked from where they hang, parceled out, and tied together. The herbs are wrapped in delicate cloth and she returns to Vane. She snatches up his hand firmly and places the wrap in them. Her smile is polite - her eyes are sharp. The contrast can seem nearly unnerving, but perhaps she's trying to communicate that she knows his secret. ]

Boil hot water and crush a few strands of these. Make it into a paste. The paste goes into a hot, damp, clean cloth. Put it over the cut. A little bit of the paste can go into the skin - it won't harm it - but take care not to use too much.

[ She gestures back to the herbs. ]

The Eaphine is best made into tea. It will stave off much of the pain.