"I accept your kind offer." Meri looked at Wilfred's hand. "Your poor hand. "she sighed exasperatedly. "I won't bother asking why you thought your hand could be a replacement for a cudgel, but you should at least use a glove and a fist load; You don't have the benefit of an immortal undead body or dark healing." or at least I can't smell it on you, she thought to herself. "how will you fly if you break your hand?" She added in an almost motherly voice.
"Come, I'll see what I can do; I used to take care of fighters and magical practitioners who came to the Village to study and train. Don't worry, it won't involve turning or my blood. Do you have any medical supplies?"
