The wound was bad. Alander could see her bone. His nose crinkled in disgust, ghosting his thumb over the exposed surface. He did not touch it, did not wish to disturb her from her compliant position on his chair. He maneuvered her leg, eyeing everything he could. His disgust soon devolved into something else, something spurred by the inspection of angry red meat and pumping blood. Something primal.

"This is quite bad indeed," he mumbled, moving his hand to the wash basin. He turned his head slightly when he heard the dragon speak, speaking the name of the metal basin that Arzu had obediently grabbed him. The creature truly had little knowledge of affairs not of her kind, didn't she?

He smiled slightly before he gently maneuvered her leg inside and uncapping the water-skin. "This may sting...a lot," he muttered up at her, casting up a look before, as gently as he could, began to run the water over the open wound, gently rubbing blood from around the wound, careful to avoid rubbing the bone.

He cast a glance over in the dragon's direction, eyeing the corpse on his floor. "If you would be kind enough to remove those hooves and crush them up for me, I'd be very grateful," he called, continuing to clean the wound. "A fine powder would be preferable. I have a small mortar and pestle in one of the cupboards. I can use that to help our...friend's bone here. It'll help it knit up."