Her chin trembles beneath his touch, teeth sinking into her lip so she can keep hold of herself and not give into the tears she feels filling up her eyes. Still, her voice is heavy with unshed tears when she speaks.

"You are forgiven already, brother." Her face turns into his palm, seeking the comfort, and with a soft sigh she pulls away to dump the dirtied water and gather clean water. Once she's returned, Dís picks up the vial of ointment and gently spreads it across the wounds. That done, she winds bandages just loose enough about his torso. His arm is trickier, and it's why she's waited to reply to his question.

"It cannot wait long or it won't set right and you might lose the ability to draw your bow or hold a blade properly."

She's just glad the bone has not broken through the skin, she wouldn't know how to help if it was, hardly knows how to help with this as it is. Still, she takes his wrist and has Frerin hold out his arm, carefully feels out where the break is and with eyes mostly closed, gently tries to nudge it back into place. That done, she wraps a layer of bandages about his forearm and then suddenly realizing she had't gathered something to splint it with, looks around. Her gaze falls upon the mostly empty quiver he'd dumped before they struggled through removing his shirt.

"Frerin, can I have one of your arrows?"