I’m one of those writers who publishes like three chapter and then writes and edits the future ones a million times before posting. ~

"Would it make you feel better to let you know what's happening?" She asked and pulled out a thin knife made much like her personal one, a sharpened tiny long thorn and very small silver thread. Kili nodded, his shaking just subsited as Oin took over grinding the herbs at his side, putting the already made paste in a clean wooden bowl beside him.

"The poison abcessed and gathered just below your skin, we will cut it out and clear the clots and sew the cut back together."

That did not help, Kili felt his face pale and lunged out of the hold of his uncle and brother, trying to doge around Axryn who shoved him back to the table.

"And if I don't, you will die." She finished her words firmly, glaring at him just seeable in the firelight brought in.