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The stitches had come out. It had only been a week, but Saffron was glad to be finally rid of them. The wounds in her side and on her arm weren't healed, not yet, but they were getting there, and that doctor of Mal's had done a nice neat stitching job. There would be scars, he'd said, the one in her side - the worse injury of the two - leaving a larger one, but they'd be hardly noticeable.
She wasn't sure about wearing her bikini, not yet at least, but she wasn't bothering to hide the still-healing wound on her arm. Besides, it wasn't her arm people'd be looking at, not in the dress she was wearing, which made her have cleavage that went for miles. She'd been reluctant to go outdoors for a few days, unsure that the danger was really over, but now that she knew the Reavers weren't coming back, she was starting to venture out of the compound more and more.
Currently she was walking along the beach at a leisurely pace, her sandals swinging in one hand. She wasn't headed anywhere in particular, just making sure she wasn't going anywhere near Serenity. Now that she was well on the mend, the last thing she needed was to stray too close to Mal's precious ship and get shot.
She wasn't sure about wearing her bikini, not yet at least, but she wasn't bothering to hide the still-healing wound on her arm. Besides, it wasn't her arm people'd be looking at, not in the dress she was wearing, which made her have cleavage that went for miles. She'd been reluctant to go outdoors for a few days, unsure that the danger was really over, but now that she knew the Reavers weren't coming back, she was starting to venture out of the compound more and more.
Currently she was walking along the beach at a leisurely pace, her sandals swinging in one hand. She wasn't headed anywhere in particular, just making sure she wasn't going anywhere near Serenity. Now that she was well on the mend, the last thing she needed was to stray too close to Mal's precious ship and get shot.