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[hardlyagravated]

Laurel has made her way home from the Mansion, and is slicing up some carrots for stew. Her hands, however, are obstinately shaking, and eventually she slices her thumb rather deeply. She swears under her breath in a fashion much more Agravain than Laurel in nature, shaking a little harder, face pale.

All is clearly not well.

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[sirbeaumains]

"My lady Laurel?" Gareth, who had been just passing through, stops short. He starts toward her. "Are you hurt? What happened?"

[hardlyagravated]

"It is nothing - I was clumsy." She lifts her hand, applying pressure with the other, but it is still bleeding; it was a deep cut.

[sirbeaumains]

"Here, let me--" He fumbles about until he finds a dishrag that at least looks clean and offers it to her.

[hardlyagravated]

"Thank you." She sits down, still holding the thumb. "I think some of the carrots have blood on them now - they'll need to be thrown out."

[ninja_niko]

If Laurel looks outside her window, at one point during the afternoon, she might come across the sight of a familiar figure.

Niko has been restless, and instead of his usual katas on the open grounds, he went for a long hike, which eventually took him to the cottage. He's not cold persay, and he may not knock on the door (what terrible manners) but he certainly will say hello once he knows who lives there.

T: Ta dam!

[hardlyagravated]

When she sees him, she will raise a hand in weary but genuine greeting, then moves to the door. "Would you come in, sir? It is more than passing cold."

[ninja_niko]

He crosses the distance fast enough, waving back and smiling at her, before he bows in his usual dojo style. "My Lady Laurel! What a surprise. I did not suspect that you lived here."

[hardlyagravated]

"Aye, tis my brother Gawain's house."

[lesser_son]

In his usual shy and woeful manner, Melou says, "My Lady--!" He's just come in to leave them some of the meat someone at the Mansion no doubt showed him how to prepare.

[hardlyagravated]

"Sir." She shakes her head slightly, to clear it. "Good day. My thanks."

[lesser_son]

"Are you well? My lady--you're bleeding."

[hardlyagravated]

"A bit. Just clumsy with the knife today."