[ Flynn has not been in school of any sort for a long time. Of course, school was a nebulous thing when he was growing up—his mother and a group of children, a foraged chalkboard, chipped and stained, and rocks they'd fished from the river for slates. Still he and Yuri had to share one as they determinedly worked out how to read.

Flynn is a better physical learner than anything else, but he listens intently all the same, watching Nehan from his own seat, where he sits rigid like any good knight. Daisy is with him today, a horse currently making herself the size of a dog, settled quietly beside him.

Flynn bows his head as he thinks. A good question. ]

Basic anatomy. I've dressed field wounds many times, my own and those of others. I know... where blood flows fastest, what should be put under a tourniquet, what can be healed with a gel and what with magic, though I suppose that first bit of knowledge is less useful until Yuri can manage a steady supply of gels for the town. Ah, those are healing gummies, eaten or applied to wounds.

[ He has to think for a moment, his hand making idle circles on the tabletop in front of him. ]

I know some wounds take longer to kill than others, and that one should not let anything get infected. Regular cleaning of battle wounds is important.