13.Jun.18, 07:40 AM
Dessa frowned at the other woman, clearly irritated by her continuing to fight the need for help. At her insistence that she couldn’t pay, Dessa snorted. “Clearly,” she responded dryly, “Since the child already said you were robbed.” Had she really been so badly treated by whatever community she originated from that she couldn’t comprehend someone helping simply because it was the right thing to do? The thought made Dessa sad, but she knew it wouldn’t be the first time she’d encountered such an expectation, and she doubted it would be the last.
When the young woman stumbled towards her, Dessa swept forward, her usually slow and methodical movements put to the wayside as she slipped up alongside the blonde, and hooked her arm gently around her back, the other hand cradling her elbow. Securely assisted, Dessa walked her to the back of the cart and had her lean against it so she could examine the cut on her thigh to waist, moving her clothing with a clinical detachment. She hummed softly to herself and let Onari’s shirt fall back into place as she grabbed her bottle of water and poured some on a clean cloth. She handed the container to Onari thereafter. “Drink.” She instructed. It was just pure water, but the girl was no doubt dehydrated after losing so much blood.
Carefully lifting her shirt again, Dessa gently dabbed up the blood, and – without pressing or rubbing – cleaned off the dried bits with the damp cloth. It was still bleeding, but clearly attempting to clot and was doing more of a slow ooze than what she was sure had been an awful pouring when it first happened. “I’m no healer,” she said gently, “but I can patch you up until we get to Telgar. I’ll pay for you to visit a Healer there. You will likely need stiches and if I attempt you will have quite nasty scars when all is said and done.” Tilting her head, Dessa winked at the child. She had no doubt that the woman would fight tooth and nail against everything she’d just said, but she didn’t care. It was her duty to help and she was more than comfortable with money to pay for a Healer to help the girl. It wasn’t her fault she’d been robbed of what she had had!
“You can pay me back helping in my shop, if you wish.” She added, deciding to give the woman a way to keep her pride – which she clearly had a lot of – and it would mean Dessa could keep an eye on her until she was well and truly recovered. She refrained from asking where the woman was going, or why they were walking without guards, but instead decided it was time for introductions. “My name is Dessa,” she said gently, wrapping a bandage around the woman’s middle. “I own a small herb store in Telgar. My son-in-law bought it for me,” she couldn’t help the pride and affection in her voice there. She was so proud of her daughter, her husband, their boys! “They just had their second son,” she wasn’t babbling without reason, using the gentle words and the idle conversation to fill the void and relax the blonde as she fussed with bandaging her leg. “You definitely need stiches.” She added quietly.
When the young woman stumbled towards her, Dessa swept forward, her usually slow and methodical movements put to the wayside as she slipped up alongside the blonde, and hooked her arm gently around her back, the other hand cradling her elbow. Securely assisted, Dessa walked her to the back of the cart and had her lean against it so she could examine the cut on her thigh to waist, moving her clothing with a clinical detachment. She hummed softly to herself and let Onari’s shirt fall back into place as she grabbed her bottle of water and poured some on a clean cloth. She handed the container to Onari thereafter. “Drink.” She instructed. It was just pure water, but the girl was no doubt dehydrated after losing so much blood.
Carefully lifting her shirt again, Dessa gently dabbed up the blood, and – without pressing or rubbing – cleaned off the dried bits with the damp cloth. It was still bleeding, but clearly attempting to clot and was doing more of a slow ooze than what she was sure had been an awful pouring when it first happened. “I’m no healer,” she said gently, “but I can patch you up until we get to Telgar. I’ll pay for you to visit a Healer there. You will likely need stiches and if I attempt you will have quite nasty scars when all is said and done.” Tilting her head, Dessa winked at the child. She had no doubt that the woman would fight tooth and nail against everything she’d just said, but she didn’t care. It was her duty to help and she was more than comfortable with money to pay for a Healer to help the girl. It wasn’t her fault she’d been robbed of what she had had!
“You can pay me back helping in my shop, if you wish.” She added, deciding to give the woman a way to keep her pride – which she clearly had a lot of – and it would mean Dessa could keep an eye on her until she was well and truly recovered. She refrained from asking where the woman was going, or why they were walking without guards, but instead decided it was time for introductions. “My name is Dessa,” she said gently, wrapping a bandage around the woman’s middle. “I own a small herb store in Telgar. My son-in-law bought it for me,” she couldn’t help the pride and affection in her voice there. She was so proud of her daughter, her husband, their boys! “They just had their second son,” she wasn’t babbling without reason, using the gentle words and the idle conversation to fill the void and relax the blonde as she fussed with bandaging her leg. “You definitely need stiches.” She added quietly.