Burdens Doublefold

Aurelia paused her grinding for a moment, her sapphire eyes narrowing at his words. "Don't confuse shyness with disgust." She answered lightly. Aurelia leaned back slightly, a hint of annoyance flashing across her features while gritting her teeth. It was true that she had been less disdainful. But it was a flame that easily rekindled. But of course, he knew that, whether he was intoxicated or not. Aurelia finished grinding the herbs and poured them into a shallow but dished surface, adding a trickle of water from some of the damp moss to create a paste.

Finally, Aurelia turned back to face him, her expression guarded. "This might sting," she warned, her voice laced with a cool detachment. Without waiting for his response, she dipped a clean scrap of material into the excess moisture of the antiseptic solution and began carefully cleaning the wound on Sephiran's shoulder. The smell of blood mixed with the sharp aroma of herbs filled the air, creating a pungent blend that made her nose twitch. His implication was not lost on her that this was an injury earned for her. He should have saved himself the trouble. "You're telling me that girl did this to you?" Perhaps she wasn't as crazy as Aurelia had initially thought. And having seen her injuries, he must have gotten the upper hand on her early on in their encounter.

"Speech"