Lief wrote:A faint smile dashes across Eliza's lips for a moment as she shakes her head before swiping the herb ball from his hand and applying it to the wound- With surprising gentleness. After making sure it's spread more or less evenly, she wipes her hand on her pants and begins wrapping his shoulder with the bandages.
John reluctantly raises his arm laterally to allow Elizabeth to easily apply the bandages over, under and around his shoulder; turning his head away and preemptively grimacing for what he expected to come next.
There's a small wince of pain, but he's visibly surprised with not just how quickly it faded away, but also how he suddenly seemed to have a much larger range of motion. He's able to raise his arm much higher and with more confidence without aggravating the wound to the same extent as before; much to his amazement.
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Wow, this stuff actually works..." John says with child like wonder before starting to test the limits of his pain threshold with larger sweeping movements. "
This feels amazing. I wonder how much I ca- Ow! Owowow no no, bad idea... Bad idea..."
Lief wrote:"As I said, Basitins heal quickly. And are naturally resistant to poisons and toxins. This paste will get rid of any lingering effects that could hinder you tomorrow. As it is, all the toxin will do to you tonight, is ensure a good night's sleep."
John grins shyly before giving a slight nod. "
Thank you, Elizabeth. I'm not sure how I can repay you, but I'll think of a way."
Lief wrote:"You'll be fine. Sleep." Eliza responded tersely, the tone of command edging into her voice.
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Oh thank the Mask..." John says, reclining his head back in relief.
"You really had me worried there for a minute." he says through a brief chuckle before easing into relaxed sigh.
Finishing the wrap, Elizabeth tied off the bandages and stood up, briefly surveying the impromptu campsite.
Lief wrote:"I suggest that those of us that can, get some rest. We can keep arguing tomorrow, hopefully with clearer heads." Elizabeth let the commanding tone edge into her voice again.
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Don't have to tell me *Yawn* twice... I guess now's as good a time as any." John says happily now there's no risk of dying in his sleep, while wondering over to a warm spot near the fire. "
Just a bit of warning, I've been told I snore. So sorry about that.."
Phaing wrote:Phaing smiles, and nods. "Profiteers... right? Sleep on it, talk more in the morning. Its not far off."
//I assume he's speaking to her while Elizibeth is applying the bandage. Also works for the pair to be talking around him as well.// "
More or less. Can't say how we'll go convincing the wolves we're not the enemy, but it's our best bet so far."
Phaing wrote:She flinches a little bit, at that. She had not noticed the old man looking at her in any particular way, which is a relief, but the way John reacts puts some frost over her eyes.
"Look, I know I;m not very good-looking or anything..."... but damn. So, there are other ways, if you have metal collars for here," she points to her neck, "and here," Phaing puts her wrists together, "that should do fine. Tomorrow."
kiabugboy wrote:"you? act like a slave? yeah...definitely not gonna happen." Judah spoke out, he is as opposed to the idea of someone being cuffed in chains as john is
"besides, a pretty 'slave' girl like you walking into a wolf town? That's not going to end very well... if anything, if the occasion ever forces us to do so i'd be a more likely candidate, the typical 'rich human with his keidran slave' is probably a more likely sight around here "
John lets out a long sigh, "
That may be the case, but that's what we want to avoid. We don't want Percy to seem like a typical human, we want him to be seen as a turn coat or otherwise terrible despicable person; the kind who'd be executed by the Templar for crimes against humanity in a heart beat... A human slave is perfect for that, even if it's an unpleasant thought." John speaks with a matter of factly voice, but with a defeated regretful tone. That is until he speaks again with a more firm voice "But even so, we're not going to let you play
that kind of slave. It's beyond demeaning, even if it's just an act. A hand maiden, or servant girl will do."
John pinches his brow and rotates his fingers in a circular motion. "
We'll find sometime to use as a shackle later, maybe a rope or length of chain, but for now I'd rather not think much more on the topic. The girls are right, I some sleep."
Phaing wrote:... one last thing; she has no skill at cooking, any fool can cook rice or turn a bird on a spit. It is also very bland, she does not know what kind of spices your stomachs can stand first thing in the morning.
//I'll keep this in mind. Might be fun to make John a little unintentionally snobby if he samples her food
//
The next day.
It's a cold icy morning when the sun finally rises. While there's warmth in the direct sunlight, there's frost forming on in the darker shadows of the surrounding trees and a thin layer of fog that continues to hang around on the forest floor. Those with the fortune of fur mightn't feel the cool breeze as harshly as the others, but that doesn't stop John from huddling close to the camp fire, assuming it'd had been properly maintained during the night.
There's an ever present scent of smoke in the air, along with a growing dark tower of cloud rising into the sky in the direction of Foxhunt. The wolves must have raised the settlement and were moving on with the dawn.
John awakes with a shiver, clutching himself under his blankets he pulled out of the wagon. He's never experienced such cold before, and was concerned of losing a limb to the arctic waste surrounding him (A cool 8 Celsius). His first instinct is to move closer to the fire, almost close enough to singe the hair on his toes. "
M-Mo-Morning." he mutters as he balls himself up in front of the flames. "
How was your night?", the question was directed at anyone, but he won't take offence if others are doing their own thing.