Jancis didn't really bother with his meek attempt at self preservation. Potions indeed. Had she not the need to keep quiet she would call upon the Elements to do more for Sir Castille, but with Cici in such dire circumstances keeping up the droll tone of a clueless inn maid was all the conjurer could do.
She murmured apologizes as she worked on his hands, deftly replacing the bandages. At least her hands were warm and sapping the cold from his. Using up the entire contents of the small tin she slathered his hands in a cream that would warm and stay that way. As she re-bandaged his hands she padded his fingers so they would not touch one another and heal; a bit awkward as the cushion provided kept his hands spaced apart and hard to use.
She spoke awkwardly as she worked.
"Stone soup be good for t' soul, aye. Made from real stones, ye know. Tis a story... oh a darker time. When all 'ope was lost. A man he came ta town, bold fella was he, an' he said to ta people brin' what ye have ta the square. So the people, they did! And what a soup it be, made just out of stones da town thought. But litt' did all 'em realize that what was in dere was all of 'em workin' together ta feed the whole town! Each o' 'em pitchin' in. Such a truth I say! Ta stones were nothin' but da hope. So we keep on makin' stone soup, less we be forgettin' that we ain't alone. Less we be losin' hope."
Finished, she motioned to the mug Crofte held. In it was a spoon and chunks of vegetables were easily visible. Stone Soup as the locals called it. It was too chunky to just sip for long and would definitely need the spoon. It was enough for a large man, but with the bandage job it would be difficult for him alone.
"Aye tha' be for 'im, mi'lady."
Jancis scooted in front of Crofte, sitting and wedging herself, forcing the lady knight to move back towards Sir Castille as the smaller woman took the spot against the wall. Picking up one of the sandwiches she brought for herself, she focused her gaze on it.
"Eat it all, ye hear? Hopin' ye don't mind help."
She murmured apologizes as she worked on his hands, deftly replacing the bandages. At least her hands were warm and sapping the cold from his. Using up the entire contents of the small tin she slathered his hands in a cream that would warm and stay that way. As she re-bandaged his hands she padded his fingers so they would not touch one another and heal; a bit awkward as the cushion provided kept his hands spaced apart and hard to use.
She spoke awkwardly as she worked.
"Stone soup be good for t' soul, aye. Made from real stones, ye know. Tis a story... oh a darker time. When all 'ope was lost. A man he came ta town, bold fella was he, an' he said to ta people brin' what ye have ta the square. So the people, they did! And what a soup it be, made just out of stones da town thought. But litt' did all 'em realize that what was in dere was all of 'em workin' together ta feed the whole town! Each o' 'em pitchin' in. Such a truth I say! Ta stones were nothin' but da hope. So we keep on makin' stone soup, less we be forgettin' that we ain't alone. Less we be losin' hope."
Finished, she motioned to the mug Crofte held. In it was a spoon and chunks of vegetables were easily visible. Stone Soup as the locals called it. It was too chunky to just sip for long and would definitely need the spoon. It was enough for a large man, but with the bandage job it would be difficult for him alone.
"Aye tha' be for 'im, mi'lady."
Jancis scooted in front of Crofte, sitting and wedging herself, forcing the lady knight to move back towards Sir Castille as the smaller woman took the spot against the wall. Picking up one of the sandwiches she brought for herself, she focused her gaze on it.
"Eat it all, ye hear? Hopin' ye don't mind help."
![[Image: hpThOka.png]](http://i.imgur.com/hpThOka.png)
