Toni pulled off her boot and rolled up her pant leg. She swore, reaching for a washcloth and rubbed at the mud and blod that mingled on the side of her calf. She gritted her teeth as the hot water scalded the tender, open wound. Ouch.

She reached for the bandages and a balm that she was suppose to put on. Toni knew from past experience that it was scream inducing burning sensation.

"Can I help you?"

Eleanor stood above the young woman who was so nonchalantly helping herself to the infirmary's supplies, arms crossed in what was not exactly a friendly expression. She didn't like people who took without asking, especially since these days she had to fight for almost every bandage they got, it seemed.

Toni straightened up and looked at Elenor. "Sorry, I shouldn't really being taken up space as there's more people that have more important things to be attend to, but my maid threatened to string me up by toenails if I bled on the floor or my sheets again. My stuff," she indicated. "So, really, I'm fine."

"Oh, you...!" she struggled for the name for a second, then realized she'd probably never been told. Quite a enimgatic young lady, she reflected, remembering her previous appearances.

"No, I know you," she said quickly, "it's all right. I'd figured you were someone from the city stealing in- are you don't need any help with that? I can't stand just watching you do it yourself, and that one looks nasty. Here," she motioned for her to lift her foot so that she could slide her foot underneath it, and reached for the bandage.

Gratefully, Toni raised her foot as was demanded by Eleanor. "Oh, thank you," She said. "I'd be much obliged." She paused and then supplied her name. "Toni, my name is Toni."

"Unusual name for a girl..." Eleanor remarked offhandedly, reaching for the balm.

"Oh, that stuff..." she drew her fingers back and rummaged among the various pots on the medicine shelf for a large glass bottle. In one practiced motion, she uncorked it, allowing the liquid inside to dribble onto a clean rag, then pushed the cork back up, and place it back on the shelf.

"New formula," she explained, "almost painless. Huge improvement, especially on patients with several wounds." She dabbed the wet rag onto the open gash, holding another underneath to sop up the blood. Putting the rags aside, she grabbed a bandage and wrapped it around the area several times, ending with a neat tuck.

"That ought to hold you for a while," she said, standing up. "Although, I wouldn't suggest keeping that much longer." She nodded toward the balm.

Toni sighed. "Actually it's Antoinette, but it's too much to say every time you need my attention or at least that's what my friends said when they christened me." She looked at the balm and sighed. And she'd just bought that. She really did have horrible timing.

"Well, Lady Antoinette," she said, looking her straight in the eye, "I bid you good day. And," she went on, coming closer, speaking softer, "next time you have a wound like that, which seems to happen often, ask for me -- Eleanor, by the way, since we seem to be exchanging names..." Her eyes crinkled in motion with her slight smile, and she was off.