No Safe Spaces

Had Siduri known just what the pale brute was thinking, she would have laughed her tail off. Wouldn't he be in for a surprise when he realized that a little girl had kicked his ass? Dainty? Yes. Cute? Absolutely. A victim? Never.

Once the wound was cleaned of detritus, Sid dropped the bloody wiping skin and rummaged in her pack for some herbs. "Feverfew," she showed him each as she pulled them from the pack, "White willow and honey." The last was in a little stone crock with an oiled skin cap. "The herbs will heal and help with pain and the honey will keep you from getting infected." The girls colorful gaze shot to him, silently asking if he had any questions before she began to prepare the salve.

"Siduri"