At least this one's polite... Megumi mused, her thoughts trailing back to the stubborn, former fighter-for-hire that was no doubt filling himself with food. And if she knew him, he would probably disappear soon after, too, completely disregarding the wood. Well...let him try. A mischievous gleam lighted her dark eyes for a moment before she subdued it and returned her complete attention to her patient.
"Your arm, then?" she repeated, taking the boy's arm and looking over the gash. It appeared to have been from a sword or dagger wound, which was not unusual in the least, considering the times. j
"You're lucky," she said, looking it over, "the blade cut cleanly, and you've missed both the tendon and the major blood vessel. Come on over here and I'll clean and stitch it." She turned away from him to set some things out and gather her various salves and antiseptics, as well as the little case that contained her stitching materials.
"I'll be right back, " she said after a moment, "I have to get water from the well." She disappeared out the door, returning a few moments later with a bowl of fresh water.
"Now then," she said, "Let's see that arm."