[ She assumed he could. Hold, that is, even without the benefit of the whiskey she’d filched along with the tools.
Leander might want it, though. Alexandrie might, to splash the wound she’s begun to put small stitches into, more even since he’d lifted his head. She’d not brought it over with her. An oversight, perhaps, but it was an unwieldy size and weight along with the rest. Remedied easily enough; she looks up from her work to seek Isaac’s gaze and then makes a gesture towards the bag on the floor. ]
The bottle in there, if you please.
[ If not all of the liquor in the bottle makes it over, well, that’s to be expected. ]
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Leander might want it, though. Alexandrie might, to splash the wound she’s begun to put small stitches into, more even since he’d lifted his head. She’d not brought it over with her. An oversight, perhaps, but it was an unwieldy size and weight along with the rest. Remedied easily enough; she looks up from her work to seek Isaac’s gaze and then makes a gesture towards the bag on the floor. ]
The bottle in there, if you please.
[ If not all of the liquor in the bottle makes it over, well, that’s to be expected. ]