apothecarry: (turn my back)
Alfyn Greengrass 🌿 ([personal profile] apothecarry) wrote in [community profile] realmofstories 2019-01-05 06:14 am (UTC)

Hey now.

[Alfyn sets the balm aside, finished anyway, and pulls from his satchel a clean cloth - not quite a handkerchief, but as good as. He dries her tears with it, carefully.]

Nobody ever means to get hurt like this. I'm just glad you're here an' doing okay. It's all gonna be fine. You'll feel a lot more like yourself after some rest.

[He doesn't really want her resting on this table but he also doesn't know where else he could take her, or how much longer they'll be in this story. Things are really heating up.]

Shucks, I'm sorry I don't have all the medicines I'd've had back at home. This is the best I can do for now. [A bottle of reddish liquid comes out next, and he studies it in the light before nodding.] Made this right before we left, so it should still be pretty potent. Just two swallows, all right?

[It, too, smells and will taste faintly of apples.]

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