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Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2012 8:22 pm
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Tina shook her head. "Sometimes it's lonely, but traveling is worth it. Besides, he gives me something to go back to," she explained. Falling silent, she smiled as Brigid told her about her mate. It was easy to tell from her tone alone that she adored him, and he did to her as well. All seemed innocent enough, until Brigid began to speak of death. There were a few fae that death clung closely to. Most of them were ebil. If she was speaking of one such as those, then Tina was at a loss how she could see that in one so ebil. Perhaps it was one of the unfortunates? Tina certainly hoped so.
Seeing the wound on Brigid's forehead, Tina gasped and reached for her bag. Unzipping it and riffling through it, she pulled out a small first aid kit. "Why didn't you say you were hurt earlier? Wounds need to be tended to as soon as possible. Unless you've already tended them?" Tina said questioningly. Even though Brigid was obviously proud of her wound, Tina still worried. Smiling, she shared Brigid's pride when she told of how she got it. "That was a brave thing to do. Fighting off ebil is something us ottsel's do too. Would you like me to clean up that cut and bandage it, so that it doesn't get an infection or anything?" she asked, holding out the first aid kit.
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