21.Feb.12, 05:41 PM
Lymsleia had managed to haul a small horde of food back to the Healer's hall, to replenish her 'stock'. Today she was disseminating the food, to a few of the patients in her care- mostly younger children.
"You've done really well." she said to a little girl as she handed her a bright yellow fruit. "See it doesn't hurt quiet so much now, does it?" she gestures to the stitches she'd managed to place in the girl's leg, closing a nasty gash. Lymsleia herself had washed her hands twice before and after touch the tools and fruit, and rubbed her hands. They were so dry. "Lym!" Fayleri's voice made Lymselia turn around to the Weaver-candidate. "Remeber that shirt you asked me to fix?" The dark skinned woman nodded, trying to avoid a direct starring at the other female candidate.
"Yes," Lymsleia said calmly. "I did ask you fix, it. I think It'll be the last time I use it to hold an open wound likea turniquet." she growled. The shirt had been a quick fix for an injured person, one of her few 'favorite' things from her old life.
"Why?" The weaver,Fayleri held up the mended shirt. The fix was brilliant and Lymsleia had ripped shirt along the seams making it an east fix. "Thank you,Fayl!" Lymsleia said exitedly as she grabbed the shirt. "Sorry I can't actually pay you in marks. The Economy's a bit... rough." she said quietly. Fayleri nodded. "Not a problem." the other woman waved off the payment. "Don't worry." She handed the shirt over and Lymsleia took it and folded it, and put away, where it could hopefully not get mixed with the linen scraps for binding wounds.
Lymsleia sank down to the small hearth, her back to the warmth of the fire. She returned to the one measly scrape she'd found on dragon anatomy in the archives. Nothing big, but it was something to pour over until she could find other sources of information on dragon biology and physiology.