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If her mouth hadn't been occupied, Ruenna would have reassured Diesel again, and on no uncertain terms, that it was much preferred that she abstain from reproduction. That particular responsibility-- to provide the next generation-- would fall primarily to the civilians. 

Ruenna would apply the poultice as directed, doctoring first the wound beneath the "chain," and then the one upon the brow. The chain-- as Diesel called it-- had a very odd feel and taste to it. It was smooth and cold, and the taste reminded her vaguely of blood. 

Once the task was complete, Ruenna would quickly dismiss herself, allowing Diesel to finish her nap. Ruenna would seek out her own chamber for repose, exhausted from the morning's travels.