"I have to bring in the horses," Lashan is saying rather querulously, trying to get up. The Sister who works in the forge with her puts hands on her shoulders and pushes her down as several others exclaim and chide her. "They need a rubdown and a hot mash, they're not tempered to bad weather."
"Lashan, why do you think we would just leave them out in the rain? Sit down!" is the wrathful response, but she doesn't actually settle until told the names of the girls who're on that. The old woman, complaining in a mutter, submits to her striker checking her over for injuries, though there's quite a lot less and rather more diluted blood than on Guts.
There's a Healing charm in her longsword, though it's not as refined as the ones she developed more recently. It has some effect in proximity to Guts, as it has for the whole ride, but that feels like another layer of discomfort. Breaks in his skin have mostly scabbed over and now itch. His bruised ribs burn faintly. A bit of some weird twisted spikelike growth from the bear, that had been driven into a gap in his armor and broken off, feels hot and ferociously itchy.
One of the Sisters peels off to look Guts over. She doesn't demand he unwrap so much as check the color in his face - there are more witchlights in lanterns here, and normal lanterns with flame - and see if he's favoring anything, and ask a rather pointed, "Well? Do you up and hide it when you get hurt, or are you actually fine?"
"Damn you Miria, I don't hide it," Lashan complains. "It's arthritis and a levinbolt and too cursed long in the rain. The boy's the one who fought a bear." A third person is checking over Galli, hunkered down in a sullen heap.
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"Lashan, why do you think we would just leave them out in the rain? Sit down!" is the wrathful response, but she doesn't actually settle until told the names of the girls who're on that. The old woman, complaining in a mutter, submits to her striker checking her over for injuries, though there's quite a lot less and rather more diluted blood than on Guts.
There's a Healing charm in her longsword, though it's not as refined as the ones she developed more recently. It has some effect in proximity to Guts, as it has for the whole ride, but that feels like another layer of discomfort. Breaks in his skin have mostly scabbed over and now itch. His bruised ribs burn faintly. A bit of some weird twisted spikelike growth from the bear, that had been driven into a gap in his armor and broken off, feels hot and ferociously itchy.
One of the Sisters peels off to look Guts over. She doesn't demand he unwrap so much as check the color in his face - there are more witchlights in lanterns here, and normal lanterns with flame - and see if he's favoring anything, and ask a rather pointed, "Well? Do you up and hide it when you get hurt, or are you actually fine?"
"Damn you Miria, I don't hide it," Lashan complains. "It's arthritis and a levinbolt and too cursed long in the rain. The boy's the one who fought a bear." A third person is checking over Galli, hunkered down in a sullen heap.