Life Has Slipped Through Her Paws Time and Time Again
01-26-2016, 10:27 AM
Returning with the bundle of supplies, Vana could see that her brother had taken her warning to heart and was pressing down on the wound. Disappointing because she wouldn't have minded if he'd let the slave die, but it was very pleasing to know that he thought highly enough of her skills to believe her when she said something. Or he didn't want to risk that she was right accidentally, but she deliberately dismissed that possibility. Of course he knew she was right. "All 'ight, moof," she said as haughtily as she could through the bundle clenched in her mouth, quickly taking the place he vacated so she could see what was what.
She set the bundle down and let it fall open where blood and dirt wouldn't splatter it. It was just basic emergency herbs, the same ones she always fell back on from her early training, but this was exactly the emergency she'd planned for so that wasn't a bad thing. Yarrow, plantain, and comfrey would do well enough to keep infection out and jump start healing, and the soft lambs-ear leaves would keep them pressed against the wound with the help of something sticky - in this case she'd found a nice bit of old honeycomb left in a hive a bear had already robbed with plenty of rich dark honey, and she'd wrapped it in leaves to bring it with her. The honey by itself would help promote healing too, so it wasn't just any old glue.
She sniffed at the wound. The blood had slowed to a trickle, good. It hadn't hit an artery anyway so it wasn't like blood loss would have killed her, probably. Infection maybe. Vana snorted - what a big baby. Angelus would have his paws full dealing with her, serve him right. Roughly, she began to clean the wound out. It wasn't like the slave would care, she was unconscious, and besides even if she weren't she was a slave and who cared what she thought? Though Vana was far from gentle even with not-slaves, so there was that. "So you have a new pet," she sniffed in a break from cleaning. "Are you going to name it? That's what you do with pets isn't it? So what'll it be? Fluffy? Mittens? Pooky?" She took another critical look at the wound, decided it could use a few more licks to be completely clean after all the dust and dirt of being dragged around, and set back to.
She set the bundle down and let it fall open where blood and dirt wouldn't splatter it. It was just basic emergency herbs, the same ones she always fell back on from her early training, but this was exactly the emergency she'd planned for so that wasn't a bad thing. Yarrow, plantain, and comfrey would do well enough to keep infection out and jump start healing, and the soft lambs-ear leaves would keep them pressed against the wound with the help of something sticky - in this case she'd found a nice bit of old honeycomb left in a hive a bear had already robbed with plenty of rich dark honey, and she'd wrapped it in leaves to bring it with her. The honey by itself would help promote healing too, so it wasn't just any old glue.
She sniffed at the wound. The blood had slowed to a trickle, good. It hadn't hit an artery anyway so it wasn't like blood loss would have killed her, probably. Infection maybe. Vana snorted - what a big baby. Angelus would have his paws full dealing with her, serve him right. Roughly, she began to clean the wound out. It wasn't like the slave would care, she was unconscious, and besides even if she weren't she was a slave and who cared what she thought? Though Vana was far from gentle even with not-slaves, so there was that. "So you have a new pet," she sniffed in a break from cleaning. "Are you going to name it? That's what you do with pets isn't it? So what'll it be? Fluffy? Mittens? Pooky?" She took another critical look at the wound, decided it could use a few more licks to be completely clean after all the dust and dirt of being dragged around, and set back to.
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