maker-have-mercy:
"I’m no ser," Came the voice from within the room. A dwarf was propped up in a tub of steaming hot water, a damp wash cloth draped over her chest. She looked to Thaewen, her eyes tired, circles under them. The pain was making it hard to rest. "Hey, Thae. Didn’t expect to see you here."
Thaewen opened the door, giving her a warm smile. "Oh dear, you have been battered, haven't you?" he joked lightly before shutting the door and locking it to give him privacy. "Really? You didn't expect me, despite knowing I'm a healer? Come now."













