Qeya River we'll kill all the beautiful things

The woman squished some kind of paste in to the wound without warning. Tulukiri didn't like the sensation; it was sharp at first and painful, then wet, then uncomfortable with its restrictions as it began to dry.

Before long there were cobwebs being mashed on top as well, which Tulukiri did not appreciate and so she squirmed.

I got the blood to stop with the water. The skin had been somewhat numbed by it too, which begged the question - just how painful had that bite been?

Everything was in place and Tulukiri had the distinct impulse to lift a hind leg and scratch at it, but she had to hold back on that. Is this gonna magically fix things by tomorrow? Or do I have to endure this again. It was sort-of humiliating.