This was duly translated and the man took Hoshi's hand again, repeating the same gestures as before. This time, the wounds knit beneath the bandages, further easing the Scorpion's distress.
{Heal 13} While he did so, the girl slipped off to the other room, coming back with a long slender pipe carved from some sort of rich black wood, covered in characters Hoshi couldn't read. Nestled in it's bowl was a mixture that smelled very familiar indeed, though the form it took was different than what Hoshi was used to back home.
As soon as the sutra was done, the old man muttered a bit more, bowed, and then, with the girl's help, disappeared back from whence he had come. The girl, smiling sweetly, said, "Help with dress? Then take pain, sleep to heal. Safe here."