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Varys was long gone, Elara looking for something to adress the bleeding wound on her arm. She looked through piles of what was there, finding not many things as she did her best to keep the warm stick liquid slowly creeping down her arm off the floor. |
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Once the toddler had been taken care of and set down, sage moved to grab elaras arm gently with a "you didn't need to do that," grumble, though he was thankful she had. Even so, he moved to grab a clean cloth and tire a strip of fabric off the bottom of his shirt so he could clean her wound and wrap it up. "We need to go to town again," he sighed, dreading it. But they needed supplies. |
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"I did though, didn't want Liz getting hurt." She murmured, letting him wrap her wound. At the mention of heading to the town, she sighed softly. "Good idea, it's best to go every so often." Elara murmured, taking her arm back and eyeing the wrapping. The woman dreaded going to the town and facing all of those she knew but, on second thought, she'd be able to see Dorian. Or Nate. |
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Sage hummed softly before sighing and releasing her arm when he was satisfied with the bandage. "Well, thank you," he sighed. He wrinkled his nose at her comment about town, but nodded along. He hated to go too, especially after any snagging him last time, but they needed the supplies. |
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She nodded at his gratitude, noting that Varys had trotted back in and slowly approached Liz. Elara kept a keen eye on them, though let her guard down a little when the wolf muzzled the girl before wagging his tail like a dog. She chuckled at his playfulness, remembering when she'd first saw the creature so long ago when hunting with Dorian... |
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Sage had moved closer to Liz, just in case either her or the animal got upset again, but when varus seemed to apologize, and Liz made sure to be gentle, he relaxed and moved away again, going back to cleaning up a little bit |
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Elara spotted the small driblets of blood which had rolled off her arm onto the floor, the woman grabbing something to go get rid of the dark burgandy stain. Dorian remain on her mind, how she had left in the middle of a situationship, how just days before he'd conffessed that he liked her and she just... abandoned him, along with Nate who actually listened when she had something to say. It made her ache in some way to know she left them with no warning, and how they still looked for her to this day. |
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Sage worked at the stain with her for a moment or so, though he could tell something was on her mind. He knew they weren't really friends, but ....she hadn't been unfriendly recently either. Of course, he still remembered her first words to him clear as day....the warning that held him bound to this task. He figured it wouldn't hurt to try, though. "You wanna talk about it," he asked softly, admittedly with a slightly heasistant tone to his voice. |
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"I kind've just... regret leaving so abrubtly, didn't even tell poor Nate or--" She paused, figuring the rest of the sentence wasn't important. Elara let out a small sigh, murmuring the man's name so quiet you could barely hear it. "Or Dorian." |
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Sage hummed softly, nodding slowly as she spoke. "Nate knew. He's who put me up to following you," he noted gently. He would have anyway probably but....it had been nates idea. "You could write to them. If you trust them, there's no reason they can't sneak out here or meet up somewhere," he pointed out |
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