Lion Head Mesa kusuri 薬

remembering finally that maggie had not, in fact, been returned to her hollow as pharaoh wished, satsu took the time to slip away. the boy could tend to things in relative peace, though in the back of satsu's mind she wondered about what exactly would be talked about in her absence.

she looks down upon the tucked body of the pale thing, marred now by a great cut to her face, and finds little joy in touching her. she does not lift her as daintily as might be required.
maggie is, eventually, returned to her room - a little bruised beneath that pristine coat of her's, but intact. as satsu is stepping away to make for the realm of ramesses and the boy, she pauses, and with a frustrated sigh returns to maggie to adjust the herbal patchwork on her head.
plumping some rabbit furs together for her head.
good enough.

as satsu returns she catches the fleeting glance of ramesses, out of breath and inattentive to what is being said. the dressing on his face looks much better than what she'd attempted, earning a brief expression of relief across her face.