"The only list I've ever seen you reliably keep," says Harrow dryly. As Gideon starts towards the kitchen, she watches her go, dark eyes lingering on the long line of her back and the faint hitch that remains in her gait. The charlatans at Darrow General were no bone adepts, and for all that Harrow's grudgingly accepted that some help is better than nothing, her fingers itch to re-mend the breaks in Gideon's leg, to weave again the new growth in the femur and patella until she can walk without limping.
She owes her more than that, but it's a start.
Going into the bathroom, Harrow turns the water on in the tub, letting it run and grow hot as she crosses the hallway and goes into her bedroom. She undresses quickly, ignoring the glimpse of pale skin and furrowed ribs that flashes in the mirror above her dresser, finding her robe and pulling it on. Back in the bathroom, she drops the plug in the drain and sits on the toilet, watching the tub fill.
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Date: 2021-07-14 09:07 pm (UTC)She owes her more than that, but it's a start.
Going into the bathroom, Harrow turns the water on in the tub, letting it run and grow hot as she crosses the hallway and goes into her bedroom. She undresses quickly, ignoring the glimpse of pale skin and furrowed ribs that flashes in the mirror above her dresser, finding her robe and pulling it on. Back in the bathroom, she drops the plug in the drain and sits on the toilet, watching the tub fill.