Ace of The Duck Pond The Good Doctor.

[CPT_J_Percell]

Wilfred turned back around when he reached the hanger door, "I have a spare bed if you need somewhere to crash for a while Meri"
He was still rubbing his hand and it was now starting to turn purple as the bruise from the doctors face started to form.

[MWBailey]

"I accept your kind offer." Meri looked at Wilfred's hand. "Your poor hand. "she sighed exasperatedly. "I won't bother asking why you thought your hand could be a replacement for a cudgel, but you should at least use a glove and a fist load; You don't have the benefit of an immortal undead body or dark healing." or at least I can't smell it on you, she thought to herself. "how will you fly if you break your hand?" She added in an almost motherly voice.

"Come, I'll see what I can do; I used to take care of fighters and magical practitioners who came to the Village to study and train. Don't worry, it won't involve turning or my blood. Do you have any medical supplies?"