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Post by Robin Hood on Jan 29, 2010 7:25:37 GMT 1
Robin looked over at Much when he complained, arching an eyebrow, his tone amused.
"Since when do you complain about getting out of work? All that moaning had me convinced you had sore feet, Much. My mistake. Should I be finding you something to do?"
Looking across the fire at Marian, he met her nervous gaze with a wink, hoping to stop her fretting. There really was no need for it. Much was Much, he was always going to find reasons to take offence easily.
"No Djaq," he said in response to her question, only shaking his head at the childish look on Anya's face when she pricked her thumb, "not a busy day at all."
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Post by Djaq on Feb 16, 2010 15:38:46 GMT 1
Djaq was started out of her journal by the muffled and quietly pleading call of her name. Casting her eyes around, she finally settled on Anya's face, where the girl had her thumb shoved into her mouth, a sewing needle on her lap with some article of clothing that she obviously had mended. And then she had taken the situation at hand in, knowing what she needed to do already.
Giving a smile at Robin's comment, she shook her head and laid the journal down between her booted feet and the fire, quickly starting into action.
"Well the last place you want to put it is into your mouth," she pulled Anya's thumb out of her mouth and held the hand still so that she could examine the prick. Then dropping the hand, she grasped the needle and held it close to the fire light to see its condition. The tip was just rusted enough.
She got to her feet from her kneeling position, snapping several times in Much's eyesight.
"Much, put some water on to boil. Quickly. That means no time wasted in complaints and resentment. Understand?" giving a quick smirk to the man, she paced over to the hook beside her bunk, took her shoulder bag and paced back to kneel before Anya.
"Alright, this is going to hurt a bit. I'm going to remove any infection that the needle might have caused with the water. But before that, I have to go in and remove the tip because when you stabbed it in, the tip being rusted, broke from metel fatigue. Understand?" she nodded, waiting for Anya's response as she prepared her supplies.
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