'Cause I'm just a girl, little 'ol me / Don't let me out of your sight

[tess_thiess]

Day 352, Tuesday May 18th
Just before lunch
The ApothecaryThere's water on my cheek, which is strange. I wipe it off on my apron and go back to heating the tincture of belladonna. There's a few women as want it t'look nice fer their fellas, and it's got plenty 'a uses 'asides that. The fumes could be a problem, though, and so I keep an eye on

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[jaeresteade]

My hand kept me up most of the night. I knocked it against the taps while I was closing up and nearly bit my lip through with the pain. Not much to be done for it so late, though, so I stood the throbbing through the night, thinking about what could be done about it.

No way in hell I'm going to Lucien or all the way out to the Carnival or the Abbey, so I'm here, after just a couple hours sleep after dawn. Not really in the best of moods, what with my left hand feeling like it'll explode at any minute, but I've had coffee. I can at least speak nicely to people.

I've never been in here before, but I'm hoping that whoever's working knows how to use the herbs and not just how to sell them.

[tess_thiess]

A shaggy-haired man comes through the open door, and I notice the lines 'a pain at the corners 'v his eyes and mouth. "Good morning," I say brightly, turnin' down the flame under the tincture and walkin' over t'the counter.

"Mr. Aeresteade, right?" I ask him. There's been a number 'a scandalous rumours goin' around about him, but he dunt look too bad even with the way he's clutchin' at his hand like he caught it on the stove. "What d'you need today?"

[jaeresteade]

"Good morning," she says, though it really, really isn't. And how she knows my name I don't know. Small town, I guess.

"Just Jarmyn," I tell her and try for a smile. "I need something for a poultice." I think about unwrapping my hand and showing it to her, but decide to wait. "My sister was good with herbs, and she used to use onions or dandelion to draw out infection, but those...haven't worked so well." They helped, but the skin's still angry red. It's not oozing though, and I think Lucien was just being a bastard about having to have it cut off.

[tess_thiess]

"Just Jarmyn," he replies, tryin' t'be friendly, but I dunt know him that well. I suppose it must be a foreign thing, since he's not from 'round here. "I need something for a poultice." He dunt show me his hand, though. "My sister was good with herbs, and she used to use onions or dandelion to draw out infection, but those...haven't worked so well."

I frown. "Those ain't ideal," I tell him. "I'd wash it regular with iodine 'r distilled spirits, 'n bandage it up with honey. We've got some medicinal honey from Jamie's hives, and I can get you a tincture 'v iodine fer washin' it." It shouldn't scar much neither, dependin'. "Can I take a look? How'd it get hurt?"