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[theotokos]

[The forge comes on, as Lady's placing it cross from her, in nothing more than a t-shirt and short shorts, a bandage across her right thigh. With a hunting knife in one hand, gauze in the other, she slips back on the floor, resting her knife beside her, gauze in her lap

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...THIS ISN'T LATE. >.<

[yetsleeping]

Lady?

That looks um. Painful. Don't you think you should get it looked at?

IT'S OKAY! neither is this, sob

[theotokos]

It looks nasty, but it looked worse a few weeks ago.

/slowly looks the other way >.>

[yetsleeping]

Weeks!

[Did she just squeak that word out? YES I THINK SO.]

But...! Shouldn't you see a healer? If you've got a wound for weeks, it seems like you should... I mean, even a few days is-- we have healers!

[theotokos]

[Whereas Lady fails to see what the big deal is. Oh, the joys of being a human hunter.]

I've heard it tossed around, yeah. But you're going to have to forgive me, I'm not comfortable trusting my well being in someone I don't know fairly well.

[yetsleeping]

...I don't think that's really something that needs to be forgiven, but don't you think it's dangerous, I mean I've never known someone to keep an injury that long on purpose, and well I understand that bit about not being comfortable but even so I have to wonder if--

[WAIT. STOP. CATCH YOUR BREATH. She nibbles on her bottom lip.]

Err! I just don't want you to end up with a problem! Like... I don't know, problems that happen. From um. Wounds that don't heal right and--

[...this isn't going well. And not at all how she expected it, since as it turns out she has no idea what happens if you leave a wound untreated for a while.]

[So. Change of plans.]

What do you think of pottery?

1/2

[theotokos]

[Whereas Lady looks at her for a few moments before trying to stop herself from letting out a laugh. Or at least a suppress one. And yes, that is a rare smile from her.]

I'll be fine. It's been cleaned, treated, and has stitches now. The fact I can walk around is good enough for me. Besides, it's not the first time. I've got more scars to prove it.

[theotokos]

[NO, LAUGHING AT YOU. Sorry.]

Hey, it's something, yeah? If you like it. Can't say I ever did it myself.

[yetsleeping]

Scars are kind of... well. I have some myself, but I don't think I'd choose them, if I could avoid it.

[In fact, she wears bandages under her uniform to hide them. Ah well.]

[...And maybe she would sort of lapse into self-pity, as she is wont to do, except that laughter makes her blink, and then makes her smile.]

You know what? I've never tried it either! But I think it might be interesting to do something that doesn't involve, um, weapons.

[theotokos]

Neither can I. Can't say I'm really proud of the one on my nose, but there's really no use crying over spilled milk, you know?

[It's faint, but it's there if you look hard enough. But really, it's a sympathetic smile, she won't tease her.]

Yeah! It would be, it'd be a nice change of pace, wouldn't it? Who knows, you might be talented in it and you just don't know it.

[yetsleeping]

How did you get that one?

Oh! Unless you're sensitive about it! If you are then, um, pretend I didn't say it? Because I didn't! I mean, we can pretend I didn't. If you are.

[...yeah. She glances off to the side a little.]

Mrmph. Anyway! I'll probably end up making all kinds of malformed plates. But it'll be okay! I don't need to... eat on them.

[theotokos]

[Actually, she is, just a little. She'll never say or tell -- it was one of many scars she got from her father.]

Eh, I think I got it in a fight, I really don't remember, so it's alright.

[Oh, no, you don't. She might as well sound like an over-bearing sister or mother at this rate.]

Hey, practice makes perfect, of course not every plate is going to turn out right the first time. Don't let that discourage you.