The attack she'd mentioned before. How lucky she was to be a Tarnished. Yet the death had still marked her, and in such a disquieting way.
His attention turned back to her latest injuries. He had rose oil. Sacred and potent in its concentration, but it seemed appropriate now.
"What a good soldier you must have been." His voice sounded rather distant. Most of his patients never kept their composure. Nor, admittedly, had he given them such care. That simply wasn't the way of a war surgeon.
He unstopped the vial and poured a few careful drops onto a tuft of clean, unspun rowa cotton. It instantly filled the air with the scent of roses.
Then he began his work, carefully spreading the oil over the wounds. The touch would hurt, he knew that. "This will inspire the wounds to reject impurities, and command the flesh to new life." The cotton was already stained so red with her unique blood. He would have to save these...
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Date: 2023-01-04 06:32 pm (UTC)His attention turned back to her latest injuries. He had rose oil. Sacred and potent in its concentration, but it seemed appropriate now.
"What a good soldier you must have been." His voice sounded rather distant. Most of his patients never kept their composure. Nor, admittedly, had he given them such care. That simply wasn't the way of a war surgeon.
He unstopped the vial and poured a few careful drops onto a tuft of clean, unspun rowa cotton. It instantly filled the air with the scent of roses.
Then he began his work, carefully spreading the oil over the wounds. The touch would hurt, he knew that. "This will inspire the wounds to reject impurities, and command the flesh to new life." The cotton was already stained so red with her unique blood. He would have to save these...