WHO: Athessa, Madi, Lucien, Skull, and YOU!! WHAT: catch-all WHEN: mostly Satinalia and later WHERE: Kirkwall and The Gallows NOTES: post-murderhaus h/c is gonna go here
"For Satinalia." Which was already some time ago now, but she'd mislaid it (or something, the explanation doesn't strictly matter). Gingerly, Laura sits at the edge of the bed and, from a bag she'd started using in the mountains, pulls a package wrapped in brown paper and tied with string. Her original plan had been to leave it beside Athessa's bed, something to appreciate upon waking from whatever experiences put her here in the first place. But since she's awake, she can open it right now.
"You didn't have to—" she starts to say, but she knows Laura knows she didn't have to get her anything. So she leaves off the rest and accepts the gift, opening it with only minor hindrance due to the sling.
"It's a box," Athessa announces, but it doesn't take much closer inspection to be able to tell it was hand-made, and thus worth so much more than anything fancy. She runs her fingers over the carving on the top.
Laura watches, at one point reaching out a hand to assist, then pausing halfway there. Athessa is capable. She might be slightly slower than usual, but she is far less unwell than Laura'd originally feared. And soon her gift is sitting between them, unwrapped.
"It is a box," she agrees, her upper arms pressing in tight against her sides, as though that might keep a swelling sense of satisfaction from overtaking her. "The sisters asked me to cut wood for them. They let me keep some to carve."
"The claws? Yes." There are places she's hesitant to mention them, but a room filled with unwell members of Riftwatch isn't one. (They aren't supposed to be opposed to a compatriot with claws--and if they are, Laura doesn't doubt she can take them.) "And you must open it. Let me help."
She wraps her hands around the bottom half of the box so Athessa needs only one hand to pull off the top. It isn't difficult to open, but it's just snug enough that it requires two working arms to separate the halves.
With Laura's help she opens the box and when she sets the lid aside she smiles at the little sachet of elfroot inside the box. Confirmed to be what it is by smell first, then by peeking into the bag.
"Ah, just what the healer ordered," she jokes, since Colin actually did tell her to employ the use of elfroot for her shoulder while it heals.
"Thank you, Laura. I love it. Now if you'll just hold your arms out kinda like this for me, I'm gonna hug you."
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"You...did?" She asks, looking a bit surprised.
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"It's a box," Athessa announces, but it doesn't take much closer inspection to be able to tell it was hand-made, and thus worth so much more than anything fancy. She runs her fingers over the carving on the top.
"Did you make this?"
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"It is a box," she agrees, her upper arms pressing in tight against her sides, as though that might keep a swelling sense of satisfaction from overtaking her. "The sisters asked me to cut wood for them. They let me keep some to carve."
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"Well done you, Laura, this is really lovely," she says. "Did you use—"
She nods at Laura's hands. Did you use the claws for it?
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She wraps her hands around the bottom half of the box so Athessa needs only one hand to pull off the top. It isn't difficult to open, but it's just snug enough that it requires two working arms to separate the halves.
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"Ah, just what the healer ordered," she jokes, since Colin actually did tell her to employ the use of elfroot for her shoulder while it heals.
"Thank you, Laura. I love it. Now if you'll just hold your arms out kinda like this for me, I'm gonna hug you."