Cúrre (
hownkai) wrote in
thisavrou_log2016-01-01 12:09 am
( january intro log )
Who: Everyone
When: January 1st and on
Where: The Moira + Emiri
What: The crew finds themselves on the planet of Emiri
Warnings: None, but please label anything you do that needs a warning
When: January 1st and on
Where: The Moira + Emiri
What: The crew finds themselves on the planet of Emiri
Warnings: None, but please label anything you do that needs a warning
I N T R O L O G |
"I used to live in a room of mirrors, and all I could see was me..."
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"Here." She kneels on the floor, unslinging the pack from her shoulder and opening it. She'll have to check Lara over first, see what the problem is, before she can find the appropriate medicines (and presumably bandages, judging by the amount of blood on her.)
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"What is an Earth Dedicate?" She has to ask, though she'll dutifully follow whatever instructions Rosethorn gives her so she can inspect her injuries. Most are small, scattered scrapes and cuts of someone who's been living, and fighting, outdoors. More serious injuries and burns are scattered, one for every body part, it seems and all treated with only basic field aid.
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She has a few medicines laid out neatly in front of her, and her bandages. "We can ward off infection, and I have burn salve that will help those heal up faster. They'll hurt a lot less, too."
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Instead, she sat herself down beside Rosethorn and tried to be helpful. "Thank you. Might be infected already, I've been a bit feverish."
Which all right, that could be any number of things, but it was worth mentioning if she was going to accept help from a literal witch doctor.
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Then she turns her attention to the more immediately remediable parts of the problem, gently cleaning the abundance of cuts and burns before she bothers reaching for salves or disinfectants.
"Where did you manage to pick up so many injuries?"
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Lara stays still through the cleaning. It's almost soothing in a way. Or she's finally going into shock. The question brings her back to the present.
"It's..." How to even begin. "It's a long story."
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"I'm not going anywhere for awhile, but you don't have to tell it." Lara looks, quite honestly, like she's been through a war zone. Rosethorn couldn't blame her if it were a sensitive subject. Mila knows there are things Rosethorn won't talk about.
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She shakes her head instead. "It's... No. I'm sorry, I'm afraid I don't quite-- I don't know how to tell it."
Yamatai is feeling and sense memory, not something she can put into words yet. It's better, for now, to focus on Rosethorn's hands. Steady and sure, pain flaring and receding as her injuries are cleaned, treated and bandaged. There's a sort of rhythm to it that's strangely soothing.
"Thank you," she says after a moment.