Spoiled Bread
The Lord of the Uneaten
"Don't mind if I do!" Kanon immediately chugged down the potion, she felt her hand become better. Not completely healed, but the pain become so much more bearable. She kept the splint for now though, breaking her hand was not an uncommon occurence for her so she knew a regular healing potion wouldn't instantly fix it up.
The man took out a needle and after disinfecting it, was trying hard to insert the string into the needle. His hand was trembling and he took a few minutes before finally able to do it.
"If only we have a healer here... Say, are you not a healer? Um, mister....?" Crap, it looks like they forget to introduce themself.
"Name's Tenma, and no, I'm no healer sadly. Any Ishtarian priest capable of performing healing magic usually would be assigned at important places, like our capital Dominicia and port city like Al-Amir. Petra is just a small town."
"Ah, I see. I never really know about that. Ehehe. A-anyway, my name is Kanon and this is Lira. Pleasure to be your acquaintance."
The man just nodded in acknowledgement but say nothing. He seemed to be focused on reading labels on several flasks. He put those flask back into the medicine box.
"I'm sorry but we don't have anymore anesthetic." The man raised the needles. "Please bear it."
"Uh, oh. You can endure it, Lira!" A stitch without anasthethic done by a shaky hand would not be a pleasant experience.
The man took out a needle and after disinfecting it, was trying hard to insert the string into the needle. His hand was trembling and he took a few minutes before finally able to do it.
"If only we have a healer here... Say, are you not a healer? Um, mister....?" Crap, it looks like they forget to introduce themself.
"Name's Tenma, and no, I'm no healer sadly. Any Ishtarian priest capable of performing healing magic usually would be assigned at important places, like our capital Dominicia and port city like Al-Amir. Petra is just a small town."
"Ah, I see. I never really know about that. Ehehe. A-anyway, my name is Kanon and this is Lira. Pleasure to be your acquaintance."
The man just nodded in acknowledgement but say nothing. He seemed to be focused on reading labels on several flasks. He put those flask back into the medicine box.
"I'm sorry but we don't have anymore anesthetic." The man raised the needles. "Please bear it."
"Uh, oh. You can endure it, Lira!" A stitch without anasthethic done by a shaky hand would not be a pleasant experience.