First-aid stuff is probably what she wants, if she's going to be participating in a war.

Well, this book is designed for prospective doctors and she doesn't have a tutor around to help her understand, it's all complicated. But some general tips can be absorbed.

Cleaning wounds with actually clean things like boiled water or honey - important. Bandaging, again with clean things - important. Setting bones properly by an expert within a few days is important for long term health. They might have to re-break it. You can use cooked willow bark to reduce fever or correctly prepared poppy as pain relief. Mint or dandelion for snake bites. Honey is good at preventing infection, smear it on open wounds. If someone is very cold or very hungry or thirsty, remedy this slowly so their body has time to adjust. Also, don't listen to those idiots who want to use leeches. The body needs all its blood in most cases.

She doesn't know that snake bites will be that relevant – it depends on where she's deployed, she guesses – but she expects bleeding wounds and burns to be the main thing, probably with some broken bones.

… She doesn't really know but this seems like a good opportunity to learn, so she spends some more time looking through this instead of local history.

This section is marked as 'relevant only to treating Witches, or perhaps mountain climbers' and describes the effects of too-thin air...

The father has a dozen copied pages. He collects them and goes to put the book back and looks surprised to see her. "Evelyn, while I'm glad you're enjoying the chance to learn, have you spent all afternoon here?"

"– Uh, yes Father." She bites her lip and looks down a little. "I noticed this book on medicine and though it – prudent – to learn what I could."

"This is wise. I was just surprised. We really should get around to making copies of that book some time - it has been useful to treat our sick."

She nods. "I have not really had the… opportunity… to learn this before."

"It's usually better for each to learn one thing very well I think. Everyone has their vocation, but perhaps medicine is yours... There have been very good doctors who were Witches. The ability to fly aides greatly in visiting places that need their assistance. Father Retien petitioned for Doctor Marsal, the author, to be given sainthood a hundred and fifty years ago, you know. But the Pope refused."

She nods. "I don't know if it would be my vocation. It seems possible."

"You are still young and learning - it's fine. But perhaps you should begin walking home? It's rather cloudy, no moon. I wouldn't want you to make the trip in the dark after sunset."

"— Yes, right, thank you. I should get going." She gets up and carefully closes the book, moving to place it back on the shelf.

Father Clements shelves his own book. "Have a nice evening."

"I hope you do also, Father."

And she leaves, homeward bound.

When she gets back, the village's tavern is louder and more active than usual. She can hear it down the street.

… Is there somebody around it she can ask about, uh, why? Without going into the tavern, preferably.

The party spills out into the street. A random neighbor waves at her. "Baron Leoni's buying for the whole village because of you, Ev!"

"Is he!" she responds. "Gosh."

She should probably go make herself known.

Baron Leoni (who is somewhat old), a middle-aged butler, and a few maids from his castle have one table mostly to themselves. He laughs at someone's joke and tosses a silver coin at the tavern's owner.

Everyone's still being very respectful, despite the Baron's jovial mood.

Of course.

She tries to make it obvious that she's present while not being intrusive, in case he wants to talk to her.

She's a witch, she can do this.

"It's our guest of honor! I heard you went to the Abbey, so diligent and studious!" He's drunk. "You'll go far, little one. I like your mother's jellies."

Oh dear gosh how absolutely wonderful. "Thank you, my Lord."

"In fact... It's traditional... Where is the damned thing... Argie?"

The butler presents a piece of parchment and fancy seal. "Ah. Here we are. As is traditional for Witches... I have a writ of release. From your land tax, that is." Hiccup.

… Uh.

She takes the paper and looks it over quickly – what she can read of it in such a quick glimpse – and then smiles at him again. "I understand, and thank you."

Where the person known as Evelyn Devillers be recognized in the name of God and the most honorable Baron Linus Hartsfeld III... Release from land-bound tax for her personage forevermore... Not to be construed as release from the laws of the land or other relevant taxes or fees...

"Just show me the magic and I shall seal it, official-like."

She frowns a little and focuses, trying for another manalight.