Bramblepoint diortosire

The woman—Hemera, she introduced—demanded to know why Towhee was wounded. She snorted at the interrogation, though she knew she probably meant well. In fact, she offered her assistance, or at least asked if she needed any.

I’m old. My body just likes to fall apart at will, she joshed. It’s just a scratch. I cleaned it as well as I could, though… Towhee lapsed into silence, squinting off through the trees before her gaze returned to Hemera. Have you seen any streams around here? I wouldn’t mind giving it a proper wash. The cold should help it clot, not to mention dull the pain.