He's a little too tall for this bed. Not dramatically so, but his feet stick out over the edge. There is absolutely no extra space widthwise. Someone's laid a thin quilt over him. The infirmary smells of cheap soap and assorted herbs, with a little stink still associated with him. They hadn't scrubbed him down, just gotten the worst of the filth off.
There are a few hundred people living in this compound and the infirmary has several beds, but the others aren't occupied. There is a chubby middle-aged woman sitting at a workbench grinding something with a mortar and pestle. A huge red birthmark mottles one hand and arm.
"Oh. You're awake. I suppose you'll want something to eat?" she says, pausing with an anxiety line showing on her forehead. The Sister Apothecary has a quiet, placatory voice, though less so when she raises it; she clearly doesn't want to be alone with Guts when he's conscious. "Lashan, he's up! This was your idea!"
"I'm coming," Lashan yells back from just outside, a cane thumping with her heavy footsteps. Her joints and bones are still unhappy with her. "Twins' tits, can't a woman take a minute to piss?"
She has had the chance to bathe properly and change into fresh linens. Part of a huge chest tattoo shows thanks to the low neckline. The cut up her jaw has been stitched. These days she doesn't heal as well and it's going to scar, though since she'd had a Healing charm on hand so quickly it still will be fainter than the most dramatic of her facial scars. And it's placed such that she can frown without hurting, which is nice because that's exactly what she does as she comes in.
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There are a few hundred people living in this compound and the infirmary has several beds, but the others aren't occupied. There is a chubby middle-aged woman sitting at a workbench grinding something with a mortar and pestle. A huge red birthmark mottles one hand and arm.
"Oh. You're awake. I suppose you'll want something to eat?" she says, pausing with an anxiety line showing on her forehead. The Sister Apothecary has a quiet, placatory voice, though less so when she raises it; she clearly doesn't want to be alone with Guts when he's conscious. "Lashan, he's up! This was your idea!"
"I'm coming," Lashan yells back from just outside, a cane thumping with her heavy footsteps. Her joints and bones are still unhappy with her. "Twins' tits, can't a woman take a minute to piss?"
She has had the chance to bathe properly and change into fresh linens. Part of a huge chest tattoo shows thanks to the low neckline. The cut up her jaw has been stitched. These days she doesn't heal as well and it's going to scar, though since she'd had a Healing charm on hand so quickly it still will be fainter than the most dramatic of her facial scars. And it's placed such that she can frown without hurting, which is nice because that's exactly what she does as she comes in.