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Aslatiel · 09-08-2020, 02:34 AM

She heard him stir but paid him no mind. Not until the acrid stench of a rotten wound hit her nose. Aslatiel wrinkled her soft brown nares and turned her attention to him. "You're hurt." It was a statement and not a question. "How are you going to serve me properly if you're damaged?" She tried to relay it in a way that he might understand. What she really wanted to say was 'Why didn't you tell me you were injured, you dummy?'

With a pull of her head, she motioned for him to follow her. "We'll get you fixed up then get some breakfast." She was still full from supper, but he was a bit, strapping lad. Of course he was hungry. "Did you sleep well or were you worried the whole time?" Her look was one of amusement. Of course he was worried the whole time. Bas was an anxious sort. That much she had noticed so far. Who could blame him? She imagined he had suffered at the paws of his former mistress. Well... Aslatiel wouldn't hurt him physically. Nor would she allow him to harm himself as the other wench had.

Coming to the cottage of her aunt, Asla knocked lightly on the doorway. "Aunt Io? Could you help with something?" She waited for either her aunt or her uncle to answer the door. In the meantime, she motioned for Bas to sit on one of the piles of furs on her aunts front porch.

"Speech"

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