( wrapping up a wound on her arm, bloodied strips of cloth and a nearly empty bottle of healing salve resting beside her . ugh . she hates the part with the needle . )
don’t touch me. don’t touch me. don’t touch me. get your hands off of me. get away from me. gon’t touch me. let go. stop. stop stop stop stop stop stop stop.
@FortunesBishop there wasn't much to do on the road when we travelled . or in towns we visited . or anywhere, really, and i couldn't always be training, either .
we would have . i would've pulled you into trouble .
@FortunesBishop huh . somehow i expected you to have been one of those kids who could never stay still, always in and out of trouble .
i was like that .