Lashan scoffs a bit as she turns away. "She's just excited to make friends with someone over age eight." Which isn't it, or is only part of it, but she's not going to get into people being skittish about looking at or touching the girl's poor hands.
In the afternoon sunlight there are a lot more people about than earlier and Guts gets more looks of both the 'that's a lot of skin showing' and the 'that boy killed a bear?' varieties. Distinctly more attention than the day before, but no incidents stand out.
In the infirmary, Hesri nods without looking up from her task. "This goes better with a snack. You were eating something when you showed up but I don't know if that was lunch, huh? Here, eat the one I butchered. I'm terrible with overripe fruit."
She means one abandoned, sliced several times with disarrayed skin and oozing juices but all still in one piece, clinging tight to the pit. It seems she's doing better with firmer peaches, if slowly. The arm wrestling bout has her relevant joints aching and she's working with clumsier tools that her weak grip can handle anyway. The wooden hilt of her personal knife would suit a much larger and heavier implement, and the blade comes out of it at a weird angle. A heavy juice-stained cloth in her other hand lets her hold fruit without getting any on her mitt.
Hesri looks up, then, and takes in the state of Guts with her eyebrows lifting. Still shirtless! Well, she's not going to complain, even if the bruises and the still-red healing wound do detract somewhat. "Oh, you don't have a change of clothes, do you. How can you get all the way clean?"
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In the afternoon sunlight there are a lot more people about than earlier and Guts gets more looks of both the 'that's a lot of skin showing' and the 'that boy killed a bear?' varieties. Distinctly more attention than the day before, but no incidents stand out.
In the infirmary, Hesri nods without looking up from her task. "This goes better with a snack. You were eating something when you showed up but I don't know if that was lunch, huh? Here, eat the one I butchered. I'm terrible with overripe fruit."
She means one abandoned, sliced several times with disarrayed skin and oozing juices but all still in one piece, clinging tight to the pit. It seems she's doing better with firmer peaches, if slowly. The arm wrestling bout has her relevant joints aching and she's working with clumsier tools that her weak grip can handle anyway. The wooden hilt of her personal knife would suit a much larger and heavier implement, and the blade comes out of it at a weird angle. A heavy juice-stained cloth in her other hand lets her hold fruit without getting any on her mitt.
Hesri looks up, then, and takes in the state of Guts with her eyebrows lifting. Still shirtless! Well, she's not going to complain, even if the bruises and the still-red healing wound do detract somewhat. "Oh, you don't have a change of clothes, do you. How can you get all the way clean?"