02.Oct.12, 11:10 PM
Apari had paled a little as the healer declined his request with the comment of medical training. She wondered briefly now many of her own wounds she had wrapped and hoped they wouldn’t become infected at the cothold. It was easily brushed away though – he had a point. She could not deny that she’d never been trained in anything of the medical sort beyond a few odd and end plant uses. Even then, she didn’t know how to prepare the plants for medicine – she only knew how to dry them or keep them for cooking.
Hanging her head, she nodded that she’d follow and limped along into another room. “I really don’t mind doing it myself.” She said softly as she followed him. She had a great respect for healers, they knew so much and could help people greatly. But she also had that fear of being touched, which often brought her to the healers for simple wraps and numbweed when she was hurt, not exactly explaining that it was for herself when she came. This… was a little harder to hide.
“You see, my bunkmate stitches and I’ve been practicing. Even if I make a mess of it, nobody will see, the skirt will hide it.” She offered, attempting to be helpful. Really, all she needed was whatever they stitched with and a needle since she wasn’t sure if basic thread was appropriate. He didn’t need to make a fuss over her… and he certainly didn’t need to touch anything.
Hanging her head, she nodded that she’d follow and limped along into another room. “I really don’t mind doing it myself.” She said softly as she followed him. She had a great respect for healers, they knew so much and could help people greatly. But she also had that fear of being touched, which often brought her to the healers for simple wraps and numbweed when she was hurt, not exactly explaining that it was for herself when she came. This… was a little harder to hide.
“You see, my bunkmate stitches and I’ve been practicing. Even if I make a mess of it, nobody will see, the skirt will hide it.” She offered, attempting to be helpful. Really, all she needed was whatever they stitched with and a needle since she wasn’t sure if basic thread was appropriate. He didn’t need to make a fuss over her… and he certainly didn’t need to touch anything.