The paste from a couple different crushed seeds, from back in town, and the syrup from reducing apple blossoms.

[He pushes the jar over; the man is welcome to smell or test it himself. Meanwhile Alfyn casts around for something more...sturdy, or flat. Binding up ribs is never all that ideal...]

I spent a while reading up on the herbs and seeds native to this place, when I first got here. House even came with already tilled earth I could use to grow some. ...It was sort of a little intuition that told me maybe the stuff from apple trees would help. My essence is...uh, an...apple tree grower?

[Some of his talking happens just to keep the people around him calm; most folks lower their guard around friendly chatter, and it's always good to see the apothecary isn't looking worried.]

Might just have to wrap it tight with thicker cloth and bandages.