WEAVER
She simply works on his wounds, cleaning the blood away until the water in her pail is filthy and red, until his skin is as clean as she can make it without dumping him into a bath. He speaks, and she looks up for a moment, putting the water and cloth down. She pulls the paper back out, writing simply what?, because she’s not sure what he’s seeing right now. There are so many demons in his past. The cannibal, her, Erebor…
She leaves the paper for him, getting up and digging through his clothes to find another wool shirt, coming back and pulling it over his head. The fires were going in the house, but still, she’d rather he not freeze to death. The fire would only keep out so much of the chill, and unlike her, he had no magic to keep him warm. Besides, she’s a little concerned he’s going to go into shock, and then what? Maybe she should have taken him to Loren...
She leaves the paper for him, getting up and digging through his clothes to find another wool shirt, coming back and pulling it over his head. The fires were going in the house, but still, she’d rather he not freeze to death. The fire would only keep out so much of the chill, and unlike her, he had no magic to keep him warm. Besides, she’s a little concerned he’s going to go into shock, and then what? Maybe she should have taken him to Loren...
I was made to be wild, wicked, and free
