Tales of the Jewel

"Her?" Lamis shakes her head. Well, she certainly wasn't planning to run messages around town informing anyone that the man was injured enough that he wasn't going to be doing anything for a bit. Presumably this was public enough that the Guard knew to cover his shift. If not...well, that was betwee...

He thought for a long time about her words on the gods as he applied the herbal paste to the base of the woman's neck, asked her a few questions, heard her breathing with his hand on her back, then gave her some more of the paste on a small parcel to take home. He then finally nodded. "... I suppos...

"Also in the quarter, but not so much on the border as it seems you two do. Rented a room from a widow with a house full of grandkids. It's not quiet, but it's clean."

"Less stubborn, maybe? Less...attached to the place, so I don't have a reason to send them messages, hope they'll change." She pauses there, fingers twining in coarse mane, as she leans into the horse who is a dark shadow in the thin light. "I'm fine though. The hip will twinge a bit for a few days....

He nods, gives a soft chuckle. "Well... yeah, a 'nice outfit' that hasn't been ripped before actually sounds good. Although it would be quite something to get to an occasion and say 'this dress here has taken a shot from one of the Khadi themselves', I suppose" As she mentions Ali, his expressions ...

She starts to lower into an unthinking crouch beside the man, halting as her hip reminds her that her motion is a bit more limited right now. Bending instead, she runs her hands along the bandages and perforated clothing. At least he was wrapped up well enough that he wasn't likely to ooze even more...

Lamis had followed, curious to see what shape her fellow competitor was in. She shakes her head, then looks around. "Isn't he a guard? I guess I expected his fellows would have been here to see to him by now if they were watching." But no, this city and its khadi would be perfectly fine leaving him ...

For herself, Lamis has a cloak over her usual caftan against the chill of a desert night. She turns at his voice, one hand resting on Janan's neck. Her smile dims slightly at his limp. "A good night to you as well, Rafiq. Thanks for...humoring me." Still favoring her hip very slightly, she steps for...

He grins a bit, which looks a bit along with his usual serious face still showing beneath it and embers of anger still burning deep in his eyes. "Well... one shot is better than none. Although your description is fairly accurate..." He looks at her wounds and clothes. "Ah... it is a shame about the...

(expecting) Lamis waits, not far outside the walls, stroking Janan's nose gently as she waits. It was too good an opportunity to give the horse a run, and test how much her injuries would hamper her on horseback for the next few days. Besides, he might not come. This wasn't a trusting town, and it s...