Reaper man, reaper man is coming to tear

Modesty shuffled about within the den, gathering up a worn clay bowl and filling it with water, placing it within reach of the man (imagine being surrounded by water and unable to drink what was on offer? Some new sort of hell, she was sure). She pulled out some basic herbs to take the edge off his hurts, bitter willow bark and honey with chamomile, blended into a tea, alongside a bottle of rum that would warm his belly as well. Strips of dried fish and goat joined the spread before she shifted to settle herself at his back, lending her own heat to that of the fire. Shock could kill as quickly as any weapon, and it didn't take a healer to see he was shaking.

She draped her neck across his shoulder, a pointed look to her rabbit sending him out to brave the storm to get one of their healers to check in when they were free. The spikes along the back of his neck dug into her throat, but it wasn't any more uncomfortable than the crystals along Gilgamesh's spine. "Drink, eat, rest. Someone will be along soon," She offered in a surprisingly maternal tone. There would be time to figure out just who he was if he made it through the night.

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