In her experience when they're not outright starving children are always trying to get out of eating arugula. It's bitter-spicy, less tender than a lot of other edible leafy plants. Lashan raises her eyebrows again, unimpressed, and lets him have most of the dumplings with a trace of misgiving. If this boy grows any broader he's going to be too big for her clothes and then where will they be? She'll have to beg favors of her seamstress Sisters to put in panels.
"See that you do," she says of the dressing, although she'd hate to have to self-administer that spot. "There's salve and fresh linen on the counter. Leave the soiled bandages in the basket." 'Fresh' linen is rags cut to a useable size and shape, in this case, but they're clean.
She leans back in her chair, trying to come off as impenetrable and mysterious and not faintly baffled or concerned. Lashan really doesn't know what to do with this boy. "Normally the rules here are that everyone works, teaches, or studies or they're shown the door, but there's exceptions for injury." And old age, extreme youth, and advanced pregnancy, none of which apply to Guts. "Do you want to try and sleep this off, or should I show you where the gate is first? We've got a palisade, but it's here to keep people out, not in. Bandit problems."
She mimes spitting at that, though doesn't actually commit in an infirmary. They're remote enough, and have little enough portable wealth, that the kind of forays the enclave has been seeing come off as very suspicious to her.
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"See that you do," she says of the dressing, although she'd hate to have to self-administer that spot. "There's salve and fresh linen on the counter. Leave the soiled bandages in the basket." 'Fresh' linen is rags cut to a useable size and shape, in this case, but they're clean.
She leans back in her chair, trying to come off as impenetrable and mysterious and not faintly baffled or concerned. Lashan really doesn't know what to do with this boy. "Normally the rules here are that everyone works, teaches, or studies or they're shown the door, but there's exceptions for injury." And old age, extreme youth, and advanced pregnancy, none of which apply to Guts. "Do you want to try and sleep this off, or should I show you where the gate is first? We've got a palisade, but it's here to keep people out, not in. Bandit problems."
She mimes spitting at that, though doesn't actually commit in an infirmary. They're remote enough, and have little enough portable wealth, that the kind of forays the enclave has been seeing come off as very suspicious to her.