Propping her crutch up so she doesn't drop it - or worse, have it knock things over, because she's very much over the causing a scene in the healer's tents days - Araceli takes a seat and carefully removes her boot, laced just tight enough to stay on, not enough to put any pressure on anything.

"Si," she murmurs, bracing herself because it doesn't hurt as much as it did but she doesn't enjoy it all that much. Slimy stuff being smeared over her leg. "I'm hoping it should start to scar soon. Then I have one less thing to worry about maybe." Or maybe not, until it scars she won't know exactly how deep it all goes but it would be good to get beyond this stage of poultices and bandages at last.