( she almost snaps she hasn't got one, who carries poultices around, of course she -
does. actually. because this is the sort of place where you carry poultices around, and she'd been loyal to her physician over the less-known-quantity that is the mage healers, so she is particularly the sort of person who ought to be carrying them around, even so. her lips tighten into a line like she's biting back words and she does as she's bid, using her scarf to bind it all and cover tightly where her dress is now prepared to let all the weather in, skin turned to gooseflesh.
she'd just wanted to go home. the country had been so claustrophobic, that woman's eyes following her even when she wasn't in the room - she'd just wanted to go back to her house, and her things, and it was all over but the shouting in halamshiral. the civil war rages on (the world is on the brink of falling apart, why not let gaspard have a crack at it?) but not outside of her house. she just wanted to go to her house.
if she'd stayed in the country, the rift that broke her carriage would have been someone else's problem. and so would this mouthy elf. )
Are we very far?
( from camp. her ignorance will annoy him, she thinks, but so does everything, apparently. she wants to know. if he can't be put in a better mood, anyway, she might as well know. )
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does. actually. because this is the sort of place where you carry poultices around, and she'd been loyal to her physician over the less-known-quantity that is the mage healers, so she is particularly the sort of person who ought to be carrying them around, even so. her lips tighten into a line like she's biting back words and she does as she's bid, using her scarf to bind it all and cover tightly where her dress is now prepared to let all the weather in, skin turned to gooseflesh.
she'd just wanted to go home. the country had been so claustrophobic, that woman's eyes following her even when she wasn't in the room - she'd just wanted to go back to her house, and her things, and it was all over but the shouting in halamshiral. the civil war rages on (the world is on the brink of falling apart, why not let gaspard have a crack at it?) but not outside of her house. she just wanted to go to her house.
if she'd stayed in the country, the rift that broke her carriage would have been someone else's problem. and so would this mouthy elf. )
Are we very far?
( from camp. her ignorance will annoy him, she thinks, but so does everything, apparently. she wants to know. if he can't be put in a better mood, anyway, she might as well know. )