Faler sucks in a breath in a sympathetic hiss. This gets others to look, and yes that's some spectacular bruising that shows the extent of his armor, but Guts is, also, in possession of rather more extensive musculature than is at all usual for a fifteen-year-old. Few people present have seen anything like him. Lashan picks up on one girl's mouth dropping open and smacks her on the back of the head, rasping, "Brat! Keep your eyes in your head."
Everyone is suddenly quite busy and looking at anything else. The Sister Apothecary is intent on Guts in a much more detached, clinical way and ignores all that, inspecting him gravely, rising on her toes to look into his eyes, asking if the blood in his ears is his and how many fingers she's holding up. At last she says, "I don't know if you're the luckiest boy in the world or the most deeply unfortunate." Just like Lashan had had a funny look when he'd survived, there's some change in this Sister's manner. She is impressed and a little unnerved. "You're going to be fine with rest. I'll make you a willow tincture for the pain. Use this for a sponge if you want to clean the blood off - don't let it in your eyes, though."
She's rummaged for a little cheesecloth bag filled with sweet-smelling ground herbs and offers it to him. Faler's tugged a folding screen open to enclose a corner. It's a wooden frame with cloth panels - there are similar dividers in the bathhouse, but they're carved wood - painted with water lilies and goggle-eyed fish. Guts is already tall enough that the top of his head would be visible behind the screen, but that's it. There's a basin there to stand in, and one of the buckets of sulfur-tinged warm spring water with a big dipper in it, like in the rinsing-off section of the bathhouse. Faler also drapes a drying cloth over the screen and has to rummage through general supplies to find a robe that might be big enough.
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Everyone is suddenly quite busy and looking at anything else. The Sister Apothecary is intent on Guts in a much more detached, clinical way and ignores all that, inspecting him gravely, rising on her toes to look into his eyes, asking if the blood in his ears is his and how many fingers she's holding up. At last she says, "I don't know if you're the luckiest boy in the world or the most deeply unfortunate." Just like Lashan had had a funny look when he'd survived, there's some change in this Sister's manner. She is impressed and a little unnerved. "You're going to be fine with rest. I'll make you a willow tincture for the pain. Use this for a sponge if you want to clean the blood off - don't let it in your eyes, though."
She's rummaged for a little cheesecloth bag filled with sweet-smelling ground herbs and offers it to him. Faler's tugged a folding screen open to enclose a corner. It's a wooden frame with cloth panels - there are similar dividers in the bathhouse, but they're carved wood - painted with water lilies and goggle-eyed fish. Guts is already tall enough that the top of his head would be visible behind the screen, but that's it. There's a basin there to stand in, and one of the buckets of sulfur-tinged warm spring water with a big dipper in it, like in the rinsing-off section of the bathhouse. Faler also drapes a drying cloth over the screen and has to rummage through general supplies to find a robe that might be big enough.