( gwenaëlle has never met an elf whose opinion she didn't find completely irrelevant to her life. or many men, for that matter. zevran who is both is spared the sharpest edge of her tongue only because - yes. he covers her, and she would like to live through this experience, if at all possible.
also she would like it to be over.
once the bandage is free, she frowns down at the tear in her dress for a few moments before pulling, hard, to rip it wider; allow herself room to work. she can tack it back together a bit when they're done, wrap herself up in her cloak. her sewing things - well, it's not all of them, but the few things of any particular value that she'd brought with her to the hinterlands are on her person, needles and thread included, and when she's ready-- )
no subject
also she would like it to be over.
once the bandage is free, she frowns down at the tear in her dress for a few moments before pulling, hard, to rip it wider; allow herself room to work. she can tack it back together a bit when they're done, wrap herself up in her cloak. her sewing things - well, it's not all of them, but the few things of any particular value that she'd brought with her to the hinterlands are on her person, needles and thread included, and when she's ready-- )
Here, ( briskly. ) Put your hands here. Steady.