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[moonlitscholar]

I know it looks a little strange, but my grandmother swears by this.

["This" being a pestle full of strange herbs and other things Briona apparently had lying around in her pack, mashed into a paste that has turned frightfully orange. It smells distinctly of almonds.

They're settled into their room at a rather posh inn for the night. It's far out of their usual budget, but Briona is footing the bill, and insisted that one more night at a campsite would surely kill her. The proper lighting of an inn also gives her the opportunity to get some journaling done, and to play around with all the strange new ingredients she's been able to gather on their travels.

She offers Garson the pestle in one hand, and a roll of gauze bandages with the other. Dressed down in a silky white shift, she looks a little more like the princess she is than the rugged, traveling scholar she seems in the daylight.]

A little of this and a bandage on top should stop the discomfort. May I?