"You are not dying," he says softly - there's a hint of a sarcastic tone in his voice, faint. "Or hallucinating. You were, when you first crept under this table, but I have stopped that."
Facts are facts.
He is momentarily satisfied with the level of healing he has worked on her, so he rifles through the bag that Bar gave to him - there is a packet that contains...some kind of bandage? He is not quite sure - it is damp when he opens it, smells slightly medicinal (in a good way) and is rolled up. "She told me to wrap this over where the collar sits, it will help with the skin," he says, leaning over to do just that, carefully. "And we are to leave it on until after you have had a bath. Then I have another one to replace it with."
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Date: 2024-07-20 09:57 pm (UTC)Facts are facts.
He is momentarily satisfied with the level of healing he has worked on her, so he rifles through the bag that Bar gave to him - there is a packet that contains...some kind of bandage? He is not quite sure - it is damp when he opens it, smells slightly medicinal (in a good way) and is rolled up. "She told me to wrap this over where the collar sits, it will help with the skin," he says, leaning over to do just that, carefully. "And we are to leave it on until after you have had a bath. Then I have another one to replace it with."