Redsand Canyon baby's got no control

tamar's ears took in the instructions.

each bit of information gathered was one she set aside to ponder later. she focused on gently washing the edges of each laceration, making sure that blood which had dried was also cleansed.

when malila stepped forward tamar would take away the leaves, pressing them to another cut. she would continue this, a lift and a touch, each time that the girl moved from one tearing to another.

quietly she tried to radiate a gentle air for both of them.