(Guess who's a dumbass and cracked her phone? Meeeee)
"Of course." Tanrial gently removed the now bloodied bandage and picked up another one, "That wound isn't too deep so it won't need stitching so you just need to bandage it up. If it was any deeper, however, you would have to use stitches and a bandage."
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(Oh noooo X'D How bad is the damage?)
Shiv grinned. "Stitches? I know about those. That's when you have to sew somebody up." She lifted her arm so that Tanrial could bandage it more easily, chattering away happily. "Muddy-bones had to get stitches on his ribs one time, and now he's got this big ol' silly-looking scar with dots all around it from where the thread went through. He looked like a guy from this book I found with pictures of bandits, only they lived on boats and had a lot more loot than us. They had stitching-scars all over." She tilted her head. "I wonder what kind of bandits those where."
(It could have been worse, but it's fixed now so it's all good (: )
Tanrial chuckled softly, "Are you talking about pirates?" She doubt Shiv wouldn't know what they were but she asked anyway, gently tying the bandage securely, making sure it was tight enough.
(ah glad to hear ^^)
"Pirates?" Shiv tilted her head. "Wait…I know about pirates. When I was little, my dad read me a story about them. They're like ocean bandits. There was one who had a hook for a hand, I think. He was their chief." She squinted, trying to remember. "Have you ever heard that story?"
“You mean Captain Hook? The one that lost his hand to a crocodile trying to fight Peter Pan?” Tanrial tilted her head to the side.
"Yeah, yeah, that's the one!" Shiv was excited enough that she spoke a little too loudly, eliciting a suspicious glare from Blue Tommy. Shiv winced and lowered her voice. "I remember now. He was my favorite. I wish I worked for him, not Boar-back. Hook was…a gentleman." She snickered. "I've never met anybody else who knew that story too."
Tanrial chuckled quietly, “Yeah well, I’ve pretty old. I mean, I may not look it but I am. You hear quite a few stories when you’ve been around for a while.”
Shiv tilted her head, letting her bandaged arm drop to her side. "Wait….how old are you?"
Tanrial shrugged, looking down and drawing small circles on the ground, "Last I remember it was somewhere over four hundred."
"Woah." Shiv sat back, her eyes wide. "You….you really are magic. Does that mean….you were around before?" She waved her hand at their surroundings. "Before all the bad stuff happened, I mean?"
Tanrial hummed her agreement and nodded, "Don't remind me. Every time someone does it just me feel even older."
"Sorry." Shiv seemed to be struggling to grasp this turn of events. "I just…I never met anybody who remembers that far back. What kinda bandits did you have in those days? Were they much like us?"
Tanrial shrugged and thought for a moment, "I mean… not really. There weren't groups like yours but there were criminals and groups of people who didn't do great things to people and stuff."
"Oh. Okay." Shiv nodded. "I guess I've heard of places out west that don't have bandits, like in the old days, but I never really thought it could be possible. I've never left this area." She looked down. "Boar-back says….he doesn't want anybody who don't wanna be a bandit to work for him. He says if we don't like this life, we gotta leave–unless we're really useful, like you are. But there's nowhere to go. If we try to go east, we'll be killed by the other bandit tribes. We can't find honest work anywhere because we dunno how to do anything but fight and steal. And if we go out west…." She shuddered. "I heard there are monsters out west that eat people."
Tanrial tilted her head and leaned forward curiously, "Monsters? What kind of monsters?"
"Well, y'know. Pretty sure they're around here too, but there aren't as many of 'em. I think they're called forest monsters or wood beasts or somethin'…..they look like animals, but they can turn into humans, and some of 'em can use fire, and they sometimes like to eat humans. Right? You must have met one before, if you travel around….?"
"Ohhh, wait yeah! We've met quite a few actually. I have a couple friends who are forest beats that live not too far from here. And ya know, we've met a couple not so nice ones, too."
Shiv's mouth dropped open and her shoulders went slack with amazement. "Yer the coolest person alive, Tanrial. You can do magic, you're four hundred years old, and you can make friends with monsters. And you're really smart, and brave, and nice, and……" She ran out of descriptive words and huffed self-consciously. "I think you should be in charge here," she whispered. "You're way better than Boar-back."
Tanrial’s eyes widened and she quickly shook her head, waving her hands in front of her as if waving off the statement, “Me? No way, I have enough on my plate and I’m going to be leaving soon.”
Shiv looked disappointed. "Oh….right." She rubbed her bandaged arm. "I guess you probably wouldn't want to be a bandit anyway, wouldya? You don't seem like somebody who likes to kill people and steal their stuff…."
She sighed softly and rubbed at her forehead, “Look, I like you, you’re pretty cool and I’ve met a couple other people who are cool, too. But… hey, I’m sure you could lead this group, turn it around and make it better.”
"Me!?" She drew back in surprise. "I….I could never! N-nobody would listen to me! I–"
She was cut off suddenly by shouts from outside the shed. There was movement from the trees, and loud rustling. It seemed the raiding party had returned.
"I gotta go," Shiv said quickly, backing away. "You'll have to treat the wounded next. I'd be in the way."
“Why don’t you stay and help me?” Tanrial suggested, starting to organise some stuff from her bag, “It’ll be a good lesson.”
Shiv paused hopefully. "…You really think so?" She wavered for a minute, then darted back inside. "Okay! I'll do whatever you need me to!"
The bandits were trailing closer–some carrying the spoils of war, others dragging injured companions. The latter headed towards the medical shed, and it looked like they'd have to form a line to wait their turn, judging by how many were wounded.
Tanrial grimaced a little at the sight of them, and at how many their were, "I'm definitely going to be needing your help, I'll probably pass out after this."