Snippet #1301380

Myr glanced up from where she was bandaging her ankle tightly, to try and keep it from turning or something equally unfortunate. Shadow had stirred, and snapped his bonds, but he did not appear to be the same as he had been when he'd almost attacked her, so she left him to emerge from the drug-induced daze Kain had put him into.

Matt mentioned something about Mark and blood loss, but Myr would wait for the knight to tell her so himself before she did anything about it. She was not one to force her ministrations on anyone (unless they were unconscious, in which case she sort of had to assume by default that they wanted her help) and so if Mark thought it unnecessary, or had taken care of it with the supplies she'd given him earlier, she would not second-guess that. She'd been doing a bit too much of that lately, perhaps.

Trust had never been an easy thing for Myr. She was friendly to everyone who let her be, and politely distant to those who would not, but there was a difference between camaraderie and trust. The second was something she did not give out nearly as freely as her medicines or her conversation. Sometimes, she thought that this was a failing of hers; it was a little strange that someone so naive generally was jaded in this particular way, but it was as much a part of her as anything else, and she had accepted it for the most part.

Tying off the fresh white bindings on her foot, she slipped it back into her straw sandals and straightened, glancing over to where Shadow and Kain were. She would wait for their signal to move, given that they had a good deal more experience evading such large-scale pursuit. Myr had learned to give a few people the slip, but numbers this large were not something she was accustomed to in the slightest.