11.Feb.13, 07:59 PM
"Huh? Oh. Righ', righ'. Yeh, hold on..."
He rummaged around, finally pulling a worn handkerchief from his belt and pass it over. It was clean, just stained and old. He shook it out and offered it to her. "That's prolly a better idea than usin' the one covered in blood." He pulled back his damp cloth and peered at it. His forehead was still bleeding, though not nearly as much as it had been and rapidly decreasing. He was thankful for that, he didn't want to waste the healer's time with a scrape. Better that it heal itself up. It didn't mean he wasn't impatient with it.
"Any idea what it is?" He was fairly certain it wasn't tansy, though it didn't look like any of the edible plants he knew of. Maybe it was just a bit of unimportant plant cropped low by... Something. Or maybe there'd been flowers there and some woman had cut them to take home to make her hut look prettier. Farranth knows his hut could use some flowers... Or that wasn't drab and dull. Colour would be nice. Maybe he'd see about a blanket or something.
He chased away stray thoughts and cupped his hands, cloth spread across them to accept the plant and wrapped it up as tidy as he could, holding the tiny packet out to her.
He rummaged around, finally pulling a worn handkerchief from his belt and pass it over. It was clean, just stained and old. He shook it out and offered it to her. "That's prolly a better idea than usin' the one covered in blood." He pulled back his damp cloth and peered at it. His forehead was still bleeding, though not nearly as much as it had been and rapidly decreasing. He was thankful for that, he didn't want to waste the healer's time with a scrape. Better that it heal itself up. It didn't mean he wasn't impatient with it.
"Any idea what it is?" He was fairly certain it wasn't tansy, though it didn't look like any of the edible plants he knew of. Maybe it was just a bit of unimportant plant cropped low by... Something. Or maybe there'd been flowers there and some woman had cut them to take home to make her hut look prettier. Farranth knows his hut could use some flowers... Or that wasn't drab and dull. Colour would be nice. Maybe he'd see about a blanket or something.
He chased away stray thoughts and cupped his hands, cloth spread across them to accept the plant and wrapped it up as tidy as he could, holding the tiny packet out to her.