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When Maegi returned, she did so with a mouthful of marigold leaves, chewing as she walked, as well as a clump of moss dangling from her lips. Shoving the wad into one cheek, she spoke through the other, tattered corner: I'm not a healer, but I learned a little bit from a woman who knew it all. I've got moss to soak up the blood, and then marigold—it'll make sure your cut doesn't get infected.

With no further preamble (and if he did not object) she rose to her full height and even past that, rearing slightly onto her hind legs (Mahler was quite taller than she) and going through all the ministrations. She made sure she was both thorough and quick, and when she was presumably finished, she stepped back, satisfied for now, although grimacing at the sharp herbal taste.

Hopefully it heals up quickly, she murmured, running her tongue over her teeth. She glanced down at the moss, now stained a dark crimson. Memories of Cicero, bleeding, came suddenly to mind; she shoved them down with some annoyance. Why now? Why did her father-uncle revisit her so randomly?

let me know if mild PP is not okay!