The honey was more readily available than alcohol and just as potent for its properties. She tended to the wound with what she had available, remembering all that her aunts taught her. She had no water available and so no way to really clean the wound. However, she did manage to get the honey and leaves to cover the wound before wrapping all that up in the admiral's shirt and her shawl, covered in blood as it was.

She stood up.

"Do you think you'll be able to walk?"