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Relenting a little at the sight of the wounds, Ursula turned to rummage through the medical supplies, her nimble fingers deftly picking out the bandages, thread and needle. Tossing them at Fantine, she spoke somewhat coldly ~ "Take them." ~ She turned to face the wall, her wretchedness gnawing at every muscle of her taut body. Giving an impatient hiss, she began to tidy up the room, ignoring the ludicrousness of the situation.
Fantine's eyes widened, then she crossed over to the half-elf, sounding a little embarassed ~ "Come, let me help you dress the wounds, Cyrus." ~ She knew she sounded doubtful, in fact she felt like gagging ~ The blood... ughh... ~ Never had she seen so many gaping open wounds as to render her nauseous. Her fingers trembled as they held the supplies, reaching towards Cyrus' injuries.
"Let me, Fantine." ~ He strode forward, crouched down, then began to administer the stitching and bandaging. When all was done, he leapt back to his feet and managed a weak smile ~ "I take it we'll need more time to recuperate... do you still want to talk about when we should strike again, and how?" ~ Absently running his fingers along his dark brown hair.
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