Strike the Steel, See the Sparks [PYRE]
04-09-2017, 07:21 AM
She bore his ministrations with grace, and only the bare minimum of complaint. Ankaios did his best to be gentle, but there were some practices that simply did not allow it. Applying a stinging paste to an open, infected wound was most likely one of them. Still, she did as he asked and before long the bandage was in place, the clay-based muck drying quickly in the autumn sun. It occurred to him briefly that he had never even gotten the woman's name. Well, no matter. You didn't need to know someone to practice healing on them, did you? Still, it curdled in his gut, and he wondered if he would ever see her again. She seemed relaxed now that the hardest part was over, and he thought it likely that sitting still through all of that had sapped the last of her strength. She seemed content to sleep just where she was and he laughed. He wouldn't sleep out in the open like this, but he also wasn't titanic in size. He doubted many creatures would choose to tangle with her. She thanked him, and he waved her off. "If you need more assistance, or get tangled up with any more beasties, give a howl at Talis' borders and I will come do what I can. Sleep tight, madam," he said with a mock bow, far too chivalrous to be anything but humorous. He returned to his bundle of herbs and made sure the bit of rawhide was tight around them. He spared one last look at the mysterious woman lounging in the sunlight, and then turned away. "Talk" "You" Think |
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