B'rahz set the crate down where she had instructed, wiping his brow after. Â "Whew. Â That should be the last for now." Â He tugged the crate open and pulled one of the bottles out. Â Green. Â She was right, of course. Â "Yep. Â Hi-potions, each one of 'em. Â Do you want 'em on the shelves, or just keep 'em in the crate?" Â
The dark haired Mi'qote smiled over at his companion, genuinely happy with the work. Â For a long minute, he just watched her as she paced and inspected the place. Â He could already see she'd have changes in mind. Â "What needs moved next? Â You're eyein' those beds; are we rearrangin'?"
He stretched, walking leisurely across the little clinic, when he heard shouting from outside. Â Something was causing alarm in the courtyard below. Â "What in-" Â B'rahz frowned, moving toward the door.
The dark haired Mi'qote smiled over at his companion, genuinely happy with the work. Â For a long minute, he just watched her as she paced and inspected the place. Â He could already see she'd have changes in mind. Â "What needs moved next? Â You're eyein' those beds; are we rearrangin'?"
He stretched, walking leisurely across the little clinic, when he heard shouting from outside. Â Something was causing alarm in the courtyard below. Â "What in-" Â B'rahz frowned, moving toward the door.
