"Dying would be interesting," Trinket said with the tiniest of nods. "But I don't want to do that yet. I have other things to learn first."
When the stitches were done, Trinket reached up to touch them. She ran her fingers across the entire gash, feeling each and every stitch under her fingertips. They felt interesting. Each one was slightly different in size, subtle enough that one might not notice if not paying attention.
The healer wrapped a bandage around Trinket's head to cover the wound, then gave Sah instructions for the wound's care, perhaps believing him to be the one responsible for the young girl.
Once the healer was done with her duties, and the commotion around them had finally faded, Trinket looked up at Sah and asked, "Do you want to play another game? You're fun to play with."
A few dabs of blood stained the bandage as she said this, though Trinket didn't care about the pain. It was little more than a mild distraction. She had experienced stitches, and now she had moved on, the entire incident faded from her attention.
When the stitches were done, Trinket reached up to touch them. She ran her fingers across the entire gash, feeling each and every stitch under her fingertips. They felt interesting. Each one was slightly different in size, subtle enough that one might not notice if not paying attention.
The healer wrapped a bandage around Trinket's head to cover the wound, then gave Sah instructions for the wound's care, perhaps believing him to be the one responsible for the young girl.
Once the healer was done with her duties, and the commotion around them had finally faded, Trinket looked up at Sah and asked, "Do you want to play another game? You're fun to play with."
A few dabs of blood stained the bandage as she said this, though Trinket didn't care about the pain. It was little more than a mild distraction. She had experienced stitches, and now she had moved on, the entire incident faded from her attention.
