[littl3chocobo]

the woman known as nanna scraped out the rot and decay from his arm, in all her years she had only done this once though everything about it was so familier it hurt. an assistant packed a compress of witch-hazel to stop the blood when she finally cut enough away for it to wash the wound, the youth now had a gouge the size of two fingers in the crooked shape of a moon in wane, it was a nasty thing but clean, she took the compress and lightly bushed it over the wound. tightly she wrapped it with expert fingers, by now the boy had passed out from the exertion, she felt sorry for him, this unfortunate child, but she could do nothing else to ease his pain. she looked at the other boy, a child really, and said nothing. he wondered if he was strong enough to carry his brother. she did not think to hard on the matter