Raise the Wreck of Doubt

Absinth's words echoed through the cave, though they made little sense as the girl traversed her delirious state. Aurelia sighed again, the weight of the situation still heavy on her shoulders. Was she feeling empathy for this girl? The one who called her a crazy fanatical bitch. She shook her head, refocusing on her task at hand – saving the life of this wretch who had clearly come out on the worse side of the deal.

Once it was finished, Aurelia applied the poultice to the wound on Absinth's side. With steady paws, Aurelia began to press the poultice against the wound, feeling a resistance as her hands met the raw flesh exposed by the skin's flaying. Her patient continued to whimper in pain, but she wasn't entirely sure if it was just the baseline pain- or something she was directly causing from treating the nasty maim. Despite her own discomfort at the sight before her, Aurelia maintained her composure as she continued the process. The poultice began to settle into the wound, the herbs and honey working their magic to start the healing process. As she worked, she couldn't help but glance at Absinth's face, a mixture of medical interest and annoyance flitting across her features.

"Aurelia Veratti"