Tazi took his hand carefully, placing his knuckles on her bear knee to inspect the laceration. Taking one of the smaller scraps of fabric with her uninjured hand, she dabbed at his palm. The water droplets that he had not shaken off from washing his hands allowed her to find some moisture. Thankfully it was a clean cut. Had it been jagged, it would have been harder to get a seamless healing process. Placing the strip of fabric beneath his knuckles, she wrapped the ends around the injury. Then, she pulled it tight. With the tightness, the wound would remain shut, and the body would be able to fix it on it's own.
"I think that is admirable. She should go see Traya, my mentor if she is serious about it," Tazi offered, wrapping his hand again and pulling the fabric taunt. Already it was spotting with blood from the pressure. Of course, the pressure would also stop the bleeding. When she was on the last little bit of fabric, she tied it off. Rotating his hand gently in her hands, she nodded approvingly. Pretending to raise her head to look at his shoulder, she stole a glance at his face. It was not the stoic one her eyes left when she had begun work. It looked, worried. Standing up, she began to walk back towards the edge of the jungle.
"What are you doing?"
"I have to find something. Wait there." Tazi commanded. With her pants ripped to shreds, she was thankful for the bit of cloth that used to be her pristine undergarments clung pathetically to her hips. She disappeared a few feat into the brush, handling the various plants. The likelihood that she would find the plant she was looking for was not good, but it at least it gave her a moment to collect herself. As she rummaged around, she found the same plant she had seen deeper in the jungle. Even though she was unsure if it was Xelma because it was not flowering, she harvested some of the large leaves. If they turned out to be Xelma, they would prove useful to someone. Just as she was about to head back to Kol, she noticed a small plant with little white flower buds. Falling to her knees, she examined it closely. It was a very small specimen, but she was sure it was Vyfox. She plucked the two clusters the small, pathetic plant had before returning to the beach.
When she was standing in front of him in her gory glory, she held the white flowers out to him. "Chew this up. Don't swallow. Then I want you to press it all into that open wound on your shoulder. Pack it as well as you can. Then I will wrap it up." Once he had taken them, she would shove the leaves into her empty pack for safe keeping.
With that, Tazi walked over to the water. Kneeling, she began to clean herself up, splashing water onto her face and wiping the grip on her hands and arms. Every time cool water hit her face or delved into her hand laceration, fresh pain washed over her. Why did fighting hurt so much?
"I think that is admirable. She should go see Traya, my mentor if she is serious about it," Tazi offered, wrapping his hand again and pulling the fabric taunt. Already it was spotting with blood from the pressure. Of course, the pressure would also stop the bleeding. When she was on the last little bit of fabric, she tied it off. Rotating his hand gently in her hands, she nodded approvingly. Pretending to raise her head to look at his shoulder, she stole a glance at his face. It was not the stoic one her eyes left when she had begun work. It looked, worried. Standing up, she began to walk back towards the edge of the jungle.
"What are you doing?"
"I have to find something. Wait there." Tazi commanded. With her pants ripped to shreds, she was thankful for the bit of cloth that used to be her pristine undergarments clung pathetically to her hips. She disappeared a few feat into the brush, handling the various plants. The likelihood that she would find the plant she was looking for was not good, but it at least it gave her a moment to collect herself. As she rummaged around, she found the same plant she had seen deeper in the jungle. Even though she was unsure if it was Xelma because it was not flowering, she harvested some of the large leaves. If they turned out to be Xelma, they would prove useful to someone. Just as she was about to head back to Kol, she noticed a small plant with little white flower buds. Falling to her knees, she examined it closely. It was a very small specimen, but she was sure it was Vyfox. She plucked the two clusters the small, pathetic plant had before returning to the beach.
When she was standing in front of him in her gory glory, she held the white flowers out to him. "Chew this up. Don't swallow. Then I want you to press it all into that open wound on your shoulder. Pack it as well as you can. Then I will wrap it up." Once he had taken them, she would shove the leaves into her empty pack for safe keeping.
With that, Tazi walked over to the water. Kneeling, she began to clean herself up, splashing water onto her face and wiping the grip on her hands and arms. Every time cool water hit her face or delved into her hand laceration, fresh pain washed over her. Why did fighting hurt so much?