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So far it was a good day for Tiam. He had no patients to take care of at current but he'd been instructed to finish making a salve by his mentor. Knowing how to make such a thing was part of his training and good knowledge to have anyways. So he sat outside the small clinic his mentor ran while grinding down the herbs he needed.

The familiar sound of the herbs being crushed and broken down was soothing to his ears and it went nicely with the background noise of the passersby. Tiam got lost in the seemingly thoughtless job, staring at the ground in front of him as he worked. He was thinking about a few things that had nothing to do with healing so it was nice to have a task that didn't require his full attention.

He heard someone speaking and blinked out of his thoughts. Instantly his usual 'healers smile' went into place. He'd learned early on that it helped people to be at ease when he was treating them. As he looked toward the young speaker he found himself a little speechless. It was almost like he was looking at a little version of Zota. Well, sorta. There were differences but the two had to be related.

"Wh- uh.. Yes. That's me." He knew that didn't sound professional but he was take a bit off guard. Tiam looked at the girl a bit more before he noticed how she was holding her hand. "Are you alright? Do you need treatment?" Worry laced his voice as he set aside the herbs he'd been grinding down.

Tiam watched her look over her shoulder and it just made him lift his gaze to see what it was she was looking for. As he saw no one there he wasn't sure if he should ask her if she was in trouble or not. Deciding it would be best to keep hush for now he looked back at the girl the same time she turned back to him. The fact that she wanted no one to know she was there was a bit suspicious. Who would be mad at a little girl for getting treated?

When she introduced herself, albeit in a lower tone, he almost choked on his own spit. Tiam had thought the girl looked very similar to Zota but hadn't thought about her being the little sister. "I am a healer, yes." He confirmed.

Not telling Zota that her sister came for treatment would feel like a lie. Especially if she asked him. It would put him in a very awkward spot. Still, he couldn't say no to a patient. "You don't need to pay extra. Come sit and tell me what happened." It would also let him know which supplies he needed.

As she started to tell him what happened he eyed her mitten wrapped hand with a bit of worry. Just what was he dealing with? What supplies would he need? As the girl mentioned something flashy he worried she had been messing with fire. Then the tale of black powder came about and he took in a deep breath. That explained it. The girl had gotten burned. A contact burn from the sounds of it.

When her hand was finally revealed he saw the extent of it and let his breath out slowly. "I'm guessing you had some residue still on your hand when it went 'pop' and that caused more damage than you're used to." Though she shouldn't really be messing with the stuff. "Let me grab some supplies real quick and we'll see about fixing you up."

Tiam smiled at her before getting up and heading inside to grab the basket of basic supplies as well as some salves off the shelf. He had a feeling he was going to be sending her on her way with a small jar.

Tiam made his way back over to the girl once he had the things he needed. Of course he saw the look she had on her face and had caught the last second of the unsteady breath. He could tell she was worried so he offered a small smile. "Let me take a look and we'll see what we can do." Until he cleaned the wound up and really got into it he couldn't tell her how good or bad it was.

Once situated he grabbed the small cotton and cleaning solution, pouring it into a bowl, then held his hand out for her own. "Ready?" If she was scared he didn't want to rush her. Tiam knew it was best to let the patients feel they were in control of things to help settle their nerves.

He waited even after he had her hand in his. Once she started to talk to him he lightly dabbed the cotton soaked in cleaning solution onto the lightest place with the burn. Tiam wanted to start off easy and work his way to the worst of it. "Magic does take practice but even the best magic users have accidents from time to time." He tried to reassure her. The healer didn't want her to think that it was hopeless or get her spirits down.

"How often do you use the black powder?" He figured if he could distract her enough with questions then he may be able to clean the wound off completely without her really noticing.

He hummed a little as she explained what she used the powder for. Tiam could understand. Some performances were made better by flashy things. "Do you need to touch it to make it go pop?" If she didn't need to have her hand directly on it then they may be able to come up with a barrier of sorts for her to wear. A glove or even a salve to protect her hand from anymore damage.

He glanced up at her face to see if she was in too much pain for him to continue dabbing the solution on the wound. While she didn't show signs of being in a lot of pain he had noticed her deep breath so he paused for a second to sprinkle on a bit of a pain killer. It would touch the raw skin and numb it some so he could continue.