[ Claire has been sized up by men in two different centuries and now on two different planets. It always feels the same to her, but she's learned to keep the annoyance inside; especially with a man who seems to be from a time much further back than the 18th century, if she had to judge based on the clothing. Leaning over this time, she reaches into her kit and pulls out a transparent bag that's stitched closed and a jar which she unscrews the lid of. ]

I'll scrape out whatever dead tissue that's already forming with a small blade before resetting the bone. Then I'll stitch the wound closed, spread a salve over it and wrap it loosely. You'll need to let me visit every three days or so to clean and rebandage.

[ Wondering if this will be enough of an explanation, she holds out both objects for him to look over, not that it's much. The salve is honey-based with aloe vera and something close to marshmallow root for the inflammation and antibacterial properties. She wants to let him see everything so that he'll know what to expect. ]

We have medicines that you can swallow for the pain, though there is a magical healer I trust with my own life who would have all of this done within a day, no need for me.

[ She's speaking of Michael, one of the most solid men she's met since she's arrived. Well. Man-shaped person. In any case, she offers a self-deprecating smile, maybe to ease whatever tension he may feel, or to show she isn't completely high-strung. She truly does have his best interest in mind, and that includes making sure both options are on the table. ]

I'm Claire, and this is what I do. What I have done, my entire life.