[ Calm and absent, the sound of a woman who takes it as a foregone conclusion that she will be finishing her work to her own satisfaction. It’s a bit late for the sluice of liquor to burn over the parted flesh, but she relieves Isaac of the bottle to pause and do it anyway, pat it dry with a folded square of bandage, and then two stitches later release Leander from the heavy thread that joins them with the shears. ]
There.
[ A quick glance reveals that to be what most needed the extra aid in sealing. His chest might want for one or two. Alexandrie reaches for the same folded square, comes around to scrutinize the bisecting wound. ]
Are you in a hurry to bleed upon another room?
[ But she makes the concession of folding a pad of cloth to place over the line of stitches— although she then looks at its placement with thinned lips. There’s no truly elegant way to bind it, although across his chest and back... that requires the chest wound done first. A morbid logician’s puzzle. She pulls thread. ]
Two more.
[ And reaches to brace a delicate hand on his chest. ]
no subject
[ Calm and absent, the sound of a woman who takes it as a foregone conclusion that she will be finishing her work to her own satisfaction. It’s a bit late for the sluice of liquor to burn over the parted flesh, but she relieves Isaac of the bottle to pause and do it anyway, pat it dry with a folded square of bandage, and then two stitches later release Leander from the heavy thread that joins them with the shears. ]
There.
[ A quick glance reveals that to be what most needed the extra aid in sealing. His chest might want for one or two. Alexandrie reaches for the same folded square, comes around to scrutinize the bisecting wound. ]
Are you in a hurry to bleed upon another room?
[ But she makes the concession of folding a pad of cloth to place over the line of stitches— although she then looks at its placement with thinned lips. There’s no truly elegant way to bind it, although across his chest and back... that requires the chest wound done first. A morbid logician’s puzzle. She pulls thread. ]
Two more.
[ And reaches to brace a delicate hand on his chest. ]