K’luha didn’t seem to notice that K’zhumi was performing medicine at all, much less the complexities of flushing out the numerous poisons and infections from her wounds. Even after a small time when she stopped giggle and simply lay rather awkwardly quietly on the floor, she didn’t seem to be aware of anything at all. But her infections were nothing if not numerous and severe in nature, and the infections bubbled and hissed as they were drawn out and collected upon the ground in the symbols around K’luha and her niece. K’luha’s hold of her niece turned limp as well as she seemingly fell asleep from the medicine. Or perhaps she was away and just day dreaming. It was really impossible to tell.
K’iara continued to haul the massive feast into the storage tent alone. Her eyes wandered as she moved crate after crate neatly into its new place. She watched K’mih interact with the strange, and how K’nahli seemed to listen to her father and go see to the stranger as well. Although, from where K’iara stood it seemed more like K’nahli went there to protect K’mih than listen to her father. The huntress hummed to herself and shook her head, hauling the last crate into the storage tent. She should let the Elders know about that… it was really a massive amount of food. The fiery red-hair trekked across the camp to the Elder’s tent and tentatively peered her head inside. She kept her head low in respect and coughed to announce her presence.
“The food is in storage. There’s… a lot of it. Like, I mean… a ton of it.†K’iara coughed awkwardly again. Her voice sounded similar to an elder’s in that it was always hoarse and raspy. “I’ll be outside if anyone needs me…†She murmured quietly, moving to recede from the tent.
K’iara continued to haul the massive feast into the storage tent alone. Her eyes wandered as she moved crate after crate neatly into its new place. She watched K’mih interact with the strange, and how K’nahli seemed to listen to her father and go see to the stranger as well. Although, from where K’iara stood it seemed more like K’nahli went there to protect K’mih than listen to her father. The huntress hummed to herself and shook her head, hauling the last crate into the storage tent. She should let the Elders know about that… it was really a massive amount of food. The fiery red-hair trekked across the camp to the Elder’s tent and tentatively peered her head inside. She kept her head low in respect and coughed to announce her presence.
“The food is in storage. There’s… a lot of it. Like, I mean… a ton of it.†K’iara coughed awkwardly again. Her voice sounded similar to an elder’s in that it was always hoarse and raspy. “I’ll be outside if anyone needs me…†She murmured quietly, moving to recede from the tent.
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