"This is a place of recovery, I won't have it smelling like death," he's told primly. The herbs are kept from dispersing by the cheesecloth but stain the water like tea, making a sort of rinse. Even if some diluted blood remains
The Sisters talk quietly on the other side of the divider. Snippets like "-really, a bear?" and "all by himself?" and similar can be heard. Lashan's lower, weary voice carries a little differently. She sketches out what happened without mentioning her part in killing the animal, not being someone who cares about credit, but describes it. "-a minor change-beast, probably a yearling. The growths were all horn-formed and they could only half control it. Those were mostly green men not really prepared to handle it. We caught them with their pants down."
Someone asks a question and she says, "It'd make me think about backing off but I mean, I'm not a lord. What has me the most worried is the blood oath," and then her voice drops a little softer.
The robe Faler ends up flopping over top of the screen is made for late-stage pregnancy. It's tight in the arms and shoulders, and in front wraps around with a whole lot of excess. The fabric is heavier than his borrowed clothes, more absorbent, and smells like cedar from storage.
The Apothecary, now with a distracted air - she's been writing something at her desk - gives him a little ceramic cup of sediment-filled brown liquid. "It's bitter. All at once now and then you can have soup to chase the taste out." 'Bitter' is understating it, but the soup looks good. Someone's set up a pot. Egg noodles, chopped carrots and turnips and fennel, butterfat shining on the top. Lashan's striker is bullying her into drinking a bowl of broth, she would clearly rather rest.
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The Sisters talk quietly on the other side of the divider. Snippets like "-really, a bear?" and "all by himself?" and similar can be heard. Lashan's lower, weary voice carries a little differently. She sketches out what happened without mentioning her part in killing the animal, not being someone who cares about credit, but describes it. "-a minor change-beast, probably a yearling. The growths were all horn-formed and they could only half control it. Those were mostly green men not really prepared to handle it. We caught them with their pants down."
Someone asks a question and she says, "It'd make me think about backing off but I mean, I'm not a lord. What has me the most worried is the blood oath," and then her voice drops a little softer.
The robe Faler ends up flopping over top of the screen is made for late-stage pregnancy. It's tight in the arms and shoulders, and in front wraps around with a whole lot of excess. The fabric is heavier than his borrowed clothes, more absorbent, and smells like cedar from storage.
The Apothecary, now with a distracted air - she's been writing something at her desk - gives him a little ceramic cup of sediment-filled brown liquid. "It's bitter. All at once now and then you can have soup to chase the taste out." 'Bitter' is understating it, but the soup looks good. Someone's set up a pot. Egg noodles, chopped carrots and turnips and fennel, butterfat shining on the top. Lashan's striker is bullying her into drinking a bowl of broth, she would clearly rather rest.