tell me where it hurts
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there was apparent wear and tear in the sense that the man had done little else but fight for perhaps hours or days upon end. she would part his long, shaggy fur best she could to apply the herbs. he asked her name, but she did not look up from her task. "Huntington" she had given the name 'Rose' so many times that it was becoming second nature to lie. perhaps she felt the man deserved a bit of a direct answer. well, maybe not deserve but she felt he had little time to waste on false pleasantries. or maybe for once, she saw no harm in gifting her true name.
the trillium was ready, and she applied it over the marigold. rubbing the plant into the open sores that looked to be potentially infectious soon. Huntington did not joke that he should keep his fur out of them; it looked wild and untamed so there was little point in jokes. he could not exactly clip his fur back. though she could suggest a good shave. this was all she could do with her meager supplies, but it was enough for now. she would mentally look him over before adding at least one more herb she had brought with her.
he was a large brute, his muscles potentially sore from all that 'training' but refusing to express anything but anger. "almost done" Huntington said softly, keeping her eyes peeled for anything else needing attention.
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