hasapoint: an old woman's hand proffering a sword hilt (Default)
Need (Sister Lashan) ([personal profile] hasapoint) wrote in [community profile] lukeoutbelow 2022-12-10 09:41 pm (UTC)

She takes the slice with her two-pronged fork and a nod. This is the season for peaches, juicy with thickly furred skins. Enough are coming ripe all at once that they're offered in various forms at every meal, with more being dried and some made into soap besides. In another couple of weeks the season will be over.

"Does it itch?" she asks with a look at the healing wound. Good thing it has been too high up and too far inside his reach for Nerine to make a go at it, because she would have. Compared to the bear, of course, her attempts had been gentle. "You know, Nerine's actually fifteen. She has her courses and everything, she's just small."

Whether he knows what courses are... well, no matter.

"For me changing my bandages means washing my hands, getting them stretched out a little, and putting on fresh salve first. Which I can do a lot of myself! It's mostly to try and maintain some flexibility, you know. I've healed as much as I'm going to." Hesri removes her mitts and uses her teeth to tease out a clean-ish loose end of bandage from up at her wrist. Otherwise, the cloth is stained with ointment and dirt.

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