bumps and bruises

She smiled kindly as she took a seat next to Pyralis.

"It will be four again" Eden vowed to her, leaning forward to look at the punctures "it won't do to tell you to stay off it for a few days" She bit back a sigh, admitting the tenacity and the stubbornness of the pirates. Gilgamesh had looked at her as if she had grown a second head when she advised him to do just that "I'll clean it and dress it. If the bandages fall off, come back to see me. If the poultice becomes itchy and dry, come back too."

The woman began to make herself useful. She ground the marigold that had become a staple in her healing to the tree bark, applying a drop of water to moisture the poultice. She wondered if Pyralis would indeed rest, or if she was going to make trouble again. Sigh. What had she indirectly gotten herself into? It wasn't like Ignis had given her a choice. She was here, whether she liked it or not. She was just like any prisoner; except the pirates didn't know she was.