Amalia
the shield of safrin
Of course he hasn't taken anything. It doesn't look like he's done anything for the wounds littered over his body, or to take care of himself at all. "Okay. What about bandages?" Her mind is racing, trying to pullout snippets of information, long lost lessons forced into her brain by a stubborn mother with a mind for medicine. There are things she can do, magic-less as she is, old remedies passed down over the years.
"Stay here," Amalia instructs her friend, leaving the bathroom to pop her head outside before scouring the kitchen. By the time she has secured a bottle of honey an owl sits on the stairs of the guild, a length of willow bark clenched in its talon.
Taking both into her hands, the baker returns to the bathroom to see how Remi is doing. "Okay. Chew on this, it will help for the pain. I'm going to put honey on the wounds, then wrap them."
"Stay here," Amalia instructs her friend, leaving the bathroom to pop her head outside before scouring the kitchen. By the time she has secured a bottle of honey an owl sits on the stairs of the guild, a length of willow bark clenched in its talon.
Taking both into her hands, the baker returns to the bathroom to see how Remi is doing. "Okay. Chew on this, it will help for the pain. I'm going to put honey on the wounds, then wrap them."
you are slowly growing
but you are still growing
and that is enough
