hasapoint: an old woman's hand proffering a sword hilt (vena)
Need (Sister Lashan) ([personal profile] hasapoint) wrote in [community profile] lukeoutbelow 2022-06-25 05:31 am (UTC)

"I'm being responsible!" She knows she'll forget if she leaves them here. Vena quickly thinks of a few justifications. "Plus it's a good excuse to be seen. And it's fine for me to be in the forge, that's my master's domain. And I can just leave them at the scullery before we get there. And they're not that loud if I don't run. Come on."

She hugs the tray and its contents to her chest in a way that muffles them. Vena's strong for a kid her size, she's been working the bellows for Lashan and the lesser blacksmiths for a year. The lungs of the forge take some strength to operate properly. But also, she's absolutely not going to keep this up for the whole way to anywhere.

There are fewer eyes about now. The majority of people are at the temple still, or taking this chance for a long hot soak at the bathhouse, and most of the rest have gone to bed. Those who are left are clearly much more wary of Guts and if anything seeing him following Vena makes them more alarmed, until she's close enough or the torchlight falls such that they recognize her.

She does notice that, and pauses at an intersection. Lashan's ideas about misdirection and distractions and throwing stones such that they kill two birds come to mind. "Actually..." She lowers her voice and impatiently twitches her head back in a 'come closer' gesture. "You wash the dishes. I'll go on to the forge, because I forgot a cloak there. Then I'll come get you and we'll go back to the infirmary."

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