The Old Fashion Way

Jeremi was sitting in the kitchen eating casserole when Arianwen returned. Upon seeing the claw marks on Arianwen's face, she immediately began fussing.

"By the Darkness, what happened to you? I thought you were just going to talk to him. You're bleeding, we need to get you to a Healer right away."

"No. You're going to heal me."

"You know I can't do that. I can barely fix a mug." At this Jeremi gestured to the mug that had broken earlier. While Arianwen was out, she had tried very hard to fix it. The mug was all in one piece and could hold water, but it was warped and twisted.

"I don't want you to use magic. Just do it the way you heal yourself. I know when you get hurt you don't go to a Healer, you can't afford it."

"But you'll have scars. Like me."

"I'm going to have a whole lot more by the time we've tracked down Wolfram. I'll tell you what happened later, but I can't tell a Healer where I've been. I see now that we need to leave as quickly as possible."

"Alright, but this is going to hurt."

Jeremi pulled a roll of thread and a needle out of her pocket and began to heat water on the stove. When it had begun to boil, she put the needle in to sterilize it.

"What are you doing?"

"Making it clean so you don't get an infection."

Jeremi took a damp cloth and began to clean the blood off of Arianwen's face. 

"That stings."

"Good. That means it probably doesn't have poison in it."

With precise care, Jeremi began to stitch up the wound, Arianwen winced every so often, but didn't complain. When she was finished, Jeremi stood back to admire her work. The wounds would take time to heal, but they were now clean, and were unlikely to get infected.

"What are we going to do about finding a portal out of the Winterealm, Jeremi?"

"Find a gate."

The End

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