No Safe Spaces

With the cat dead, there was no reason to stay amidst the bubbling black muck any longer. The injured brute wanted to get away from it before she looked at his shoulder and Sid couldn't argue with that. The colorful girl picked her way along the path and back towards the edge of the wasteland. That was where her pack was anyway.

Once outside of the pits, Sid motioned for the man to sit down. From her bag she pulled a skin of clean water which she used to gently rinse the wound. "It's important to clear out anything that might have gotten caught in there. Cat claws aren't exactly clean." With a square of soft, clean fur, the girl carefully padded the wound dry, pulling away dirt, blood and fur. This was apparently turning into a little lesson. "If you pat the surrounding area dry, it helps the binding and the herbs to stick."

"Siduri"