Tristan worked as carefully as he could without compromising in accuracy. "There, it's done," he said, when he had finished the last stitch. He cut the thread, cleaned the area once again, and then bandaged the wound. "I'll come back in five days to remove the stiches and inspect the wound. Change the bandages at least once a day until then, and be careful with farmwork - dirt and animals at least. Wear a glove if you can't avoid them. " He picked a separate container from his bag and placed the used items in there. "Perhaps your brother can help you."

Was that advice necessary? No. But did he care?