She cut strips from the cleanest portion of her skirt she could find and wrapped it slowly and tightly around the burn on his leg. Permac winced with the first wrap, groaned with the second, and jerked with the third.
“Stop being a baby,” she said, trying not to laugh. Tokorellans.
“I’m not being a baby!” He pouted and winced again. “Do you have to wrap it so tight?”
“If I wrap it loosely, it will rub when you walk, putting you in more pain. Lay your head against the walk, close your eyes, and clench your teeth. It will help.”
“I’ve never heard you speak so gently and reassuringly before—let alone to me,” he said with a grunt, doing what she suggested. Linsora merely scoffed, not deigning to reply. “That does make it better,” he said with clenched teeth.
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