This is worse than the voices in the fog from before. It speaks of something far more ominous approaching, I think...
Allow me to assist in tending your wounds.
[She murmured softly, dabbing a fraction of the bandaging in the water, neatly cutting it with a sharp sheathe of paper from the back of her hand before the skin becomes smooth once more.]
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Date: 2009-08-04 08:17 pm (UTC)Allow me to assist in tending your wounds.
[She murmured softly, dabbing a fraction of the bandaging in the water, neatly cutting it with a sharp sheathe of paper from the back of her hand before the skin becomes smooth once more.]
I am worried.