Yeah, and keep some pressure right here too, if you can.

[Alfyn just barely doesn't touch the spot - the same one that splint is currently supporting. Most of all he doesn't want anything to move more than it already may have.

He works quickly after that, spreading an ointment of sorts that smells an awful lot like apples over the whole of her bruise. Much as he can tell she's having a harder time breathing than she should, it doesn't sound deadly, and he hopes it never ever gets that far.

Once he's done and the balm has a chance to set in, he smiles at the man standing there nearby.]

Thanks. We should wrap it back up so you don't have to keep standing there like that.

[Probably that isn't enough to get Ophilia to wake, but it'll be a more comfortable rest, and Alfyn is extra alert now in case she does stir.]