Don't ask how he's managed it. Don't ask how he managed to avoid the Inquisition's throng of medical busybodies to this point.
"Won't close up right," The messy little gash in his side must be in fact, a day or two old, and still oozing through its bandage. "And you know how those places are —"
Lazar pauses, before lowering his shirt again. She probably doesn't know how the back room of that particular tavern goes. Rutyer or not, she's still a lady.
Sidony is not the type to scold, especially those she does not know particularly well, but it's obvious by the slight twist to her face that she's not exactly happy with the state of Lazar's side, her head tilted and lips pursed.
She's seen worse, but she's also seen much better as well.
"You should have come to see someone sooner," is all she says, at least at first, bustling around to gather things from here and there. It's a little gash, but the ooze suggests that it is close to if not already infected and she dislikes that. It's not something that is necessarily an easy fix if it gets worse.
"Stay still." In her hands is some kind of paste and on her face is an expression of supreme disappointment.
He could make some crack - about waiting for the second date to show that much skin -
But wouldn't be funny, not when it's at her cost, and a tiny thing at that. Hard to feel more vulnerable than waiting on a stranger to jab needles in you; except it's harder maybe, just being small.
Instead:
"Yeah," Petulance wants to squeak through from some older place, kid with a skinned knee told not to squirm. "Reckon so."
"Only wanted to make sure I didn't get, you know," His fingers wiggle a little. Either he's talking magic, or jazz.
It's not as if she isn't used to coy words and jokes - she is married to Byerly, after all. She knows better than to take anything at face value, always looking beyond the words to see what someone else might be saying or thinking.
For now, her eyes peer at the cut and she frowns. She's not angry, necessarily, but her disappointment and frustration is paramount.
This is why she needs to be here, and this is why she needs more surgeons and healers that don't rely on magic.
"Yes, I imagine so," she shakes her head, getting her paste and beginning to, gently, apply it to the wound. "This will help against any infection that might have begun here. I don't imagine you will need leeching."
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a vague point in time;
"Won't close up right," The messy little gash in his side must be in fact, a day or two old, and still oozing through its bandage. "And you know how those places are —"
Lazar pauses, before lowering his shirt again. She probably doesn't know how the back room of that particular tavern goes. Rutyer or not, she's still a lady.
"— Well, reckoned I should see an expert."
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She's seen worse, but she's also seen much better as well.
"You should have come to see someone sooner," is all she says, at least at first, bustling around to gather things from here and there. It's a little gash, but the ooze suggests that it is close to if not already infected and she dislikes that. It's not something that is necessarily an easy fix if it gets worse.
"Stay still." In her hands is some kind of paste and on her face is an expression of supreme disappointment.
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But wouldn't be funny, not when it's at her cost, and a tiny thing at that. Hard to feel more vulnerable than waiting on a stranger to jab needles in you; except it's harder maybe, just being small.
Instead:
"Yeah," Petulance wants to squeak through from some older place, kid with a skinned knee told not to squirm. "Reckon so."
"Only wanted to make sure I didn't get, you know," His fingers wiggle a little. Either he's talking magic, or jazz.
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For now, her eyes peer at the cut and she frowns. She's not angry, necessarily, but her disappointment and frustration is paramount.
This is why she needs to be here, and this is why she needs more surgeons and healers that don't rely on magic.
"Yes, I imagine so," she shakes her head, getting her paste and beginning to, gently, apply it to the wound. "This will help against any infection that might have begun here. I don't imagine you will need leeching."