Post by Daisy on Jul 2, 2013 9:23:02 GMT -5
Daisy was reluctant to take the offered shoulder. Here, as anywhere else, she hated the idea of relying on anyone for anything. But as much as she disliked it, there simply were times when it was necessary. And her knee certainly wasn't getting any better by walking on it. So, she took Dani's shoulder and limped to the room Ely indicated.
She had no qualms about stripping off her mail, shirt, and pulling her injured leg out of her breeches so the healer could examine her. It left her not far from naked, but it didn't bother her. What made her tense up for a long moment was the appearance of Lydia. The other woman's complexion and general appearance were not very dissimilar to her own, and that made her immediately suspect they could share their homeland. If they did, had the other ever heard of the Devil Tigers? If she had, would she know who Daisy was... had been?
The tenseness passed when Lydia made no indication of knowing anything about her patient. After the long moment Daisy did her best to co-operate in the role of patient. Though she wanted to she didn't growl when she responded to questions. "Yes, it hurts there." "No that doesn't hurt." "Yes, that hurts more." "Last night." "I walked here." Eventually the cleaning and bandaging was being done and Daisy relaxed some, glad that the poking and prodding was over with.
It was only when Iona appeared that she felt vulnerable. Something about the older woman's gaze was too penetrating, too knowing for comfort. Something about her reminded Daisy of one of the many people who's lives she'd ended; people who probably didn't deserve to die the day their paths had crossed hers.
She looked away and did not meet Iona's eyes further.
She had no qualms about stripping off her mail, shirt, and pulling her injured leg out of her breeches so the healer could examine her. It left her not far from naked, but it didn't bother her. What made her tense up for a long moment was the appearance of Lydia. The other woman's complexion and general appearance were not very dissimilar to her own, and that made her immediately suspect they could share their homeland. If they did, had the other ever heard of the Devil Tigers? If she had, would she know who Daisy was... had been?
The tenseness passed when Lydia made no indication of knowing anything about her patient. After the long moment Daisy did her best to co-operate in the role of patient. Though she wanted to she didn't growl when she responded to questions. "Yes, it hurts there." "No that doesn't hurt." "Yes, that hurts more." "Last night." "I walked here." Eventually the cleaning and bandaging was being done and Daisy relaxed some, glad that the poking and prodding was over with.
It was only when Iona appeared that she felt vulnerable. Something about the older woman's gaze was too penetrating, too knowing for comfort. Something about her reminded Daisy of one of the many people who's lives she'd ended; people who probably didn't deserve to die the day their paths had crossed hers.
She looked away and did not meet Iona's eyes further.