Julia stepped forward reluctantly with a coy smile upon her face. She felt naked amongst everyone around her; the women wearing corsets and skirts apon skirts while the men wearing their kilts and jackets. "Hello." She answered, watching the older lady place her hands on her hips in front of her. A ball began to form in her throat as she was eyed over, and she knew because of her accent she was most likely going to be turned away. "Well, Julia." She started, having no indication of expression in her voice, "Come with me. We shall find ye somethin' to eat, and something to wear that's a bit more...well, a bit more." Mrs. MacLennan motioned for her to follow, and began turning - but stopped when Julia piped up. "Wait! What about him? He's been shot." She stated, looking at his arm. "I bandaged his arm and abdomen, but I wasn't able to clean or dress it properly. I must tend to it before it gets infected. I mean inflamed. You know, with fever and swelling." The English girl felt tiny once again as the woman was looking at her like she had two heads; like Uisdean had mere hours ago. She gulped. "Aye, I ken fine what ye mean. Does that mean ye know what to do, then? Are ye a Beaton?" Mrs. MacLennan questioned, her head cocked to the side slightly. Julia nodded, looking at Uisdean then back to her. She nodded once, then motioned them both to follow her. "Ye heard the lady. Come along now; afterwards we'll get ye both cleaned up and fed. "
Julia gently took off Uisdean's bandages in front of a glowing hearth in one of the many rooms of the castle. She finally had all the resources she needed to not only re-bandage his wounds, but to sew them up too so they could heal properly without major scarring. After triple-checking to see if she had everything, she walked around to his side and stopped. The man's back had clearly been flogged; long welts of scar tissue ran up and down his back like the stripes on a tiger. She placed her hand on his scars involuntarily, disbelief at how someone could've done this flushing her cheeks red with a gentle pity. Her mouth hung open to say something to him, but no words escaped her lips.