The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[GamesMaster]

"I'm as human as they come and I'm her mother. She won't reject me." She finishes tying the tourniquet with her teeth and goes to make the incision. "I've had seven, it's not surprising."

[The Iron Bull]

"The Hells it ain't," Bull replies bluntly. "You're barely thirty, that's a lot of kids. Shit, this isn't... Do you have anything at all to clot or slow blood? These bandages aren't cutting it."

[GamesMaster]

"Only this," she says, eyes distant as she pulls a powdered root out of her satchel. "It's got a fifty-fifty shot of working but it'll sting like hell." 

[The Iron Bull]

Bull looks over the small, cloudy glass container and cocks his head to the side. "Can't say I recognize it..."

[GamesMaster]

"It's a local weed. It reminded me of quickstop in consistency but it's not so good."

[The Iron Bull]

"What else," Bull mutters to himself, racking his brain for old treatments and tricks. Mud is a bad plan for something so internal. Umm.  Something... something like... "Honey," he blurts out. "Not sure how... Tea! Powdered tea leaves. It helps clump blood and it prevents infection."

[GamesMaster]

"I have tea," she says, moving to a shelf. "Not a lot, and it's used and re-dried, does that matter?"

[The Iron Bull]

"Weaker but still useful," Bull says quickly. "Long as the leaves weren't dirtied up or whatever 'course. Mix with the root, unless the root's bad coin flip is bad instead of just useless."

[GamesMaster]

She shakes her head, and moves to begin dicing the tea leaves finer, to mix with the powder. "Here."

[The Iron Bull]

"Alright, I'm going to pull the bandaging in there out. Get ready to hand me more as soon as I have the powder applied."

[GamesMaster]

They work together to patch the girl up; at the end of it, the bleeding has stopped, and she's shaky, but alive. 

"Good work," says Mel, wiping her forehead. "How would you like to be my new apprentice?"

[The Iron Bull]

Bull blinks a few times, gaping at her. "Wait, what? Me? A healer?"

[GamesMaster]

"Yer steady in a crisis, ye know what yer about, and ye don't faint at the sight of blood like the last girl 'ey tried to pawn off on me. So yeah, I'm serious."

[The Iron Bull]

"I'm a brute," Bull protests. "A berserker."

[GamesMaster]

She shrugs. "Once upon a time I was a smith's daughter. Things change. Ye can be a lot more than ye thought. Iffin ye try."