<font color="darkkhaki">"Rest Lady," this came out a bit more of an order than a suggestion but he pressed her shoulder to the bed and scolded her with the eyes of a reprimanding father. "Do not strain yourself, if you wish not to speak than do not, perhaps you will do better after some rest?" -- crossroads

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Subject: "Rest Lady," this came out a bit more of an order than a suggestion but he pressed her shoulder to the bed and scolded her with the eyes of a reprimanding father. "Do not strain yourself, if you wish not to speak than do not, perhaps you will do better after some rest?"

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Sir Bowdyn
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Date Posted: 19:37:14 05/13/01 Sun
In reply to: Elizabeth Fitcher 's message, "~*Shakes her head slowly*~ McCankery was following behind me, we were both at a dead gallop on our horses then the arrow hit my back and i don't remember what happened after that. ~*She drags in another ragged breathe as lids open and emerald gaze shifts to the knight nearby*~ I would say it was a pleasure to meet you but... ~*She half shrugs and a slight smile touches her lips, even in extreme pain her years of knighthood had given her a sense of humar.*~" on 19:07:45 05/13/01 Sun

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~*Shakes her head slightly.......*~ Elizabeth 13:39:51 05/14/01 Mon

He casually wanders over to the napsack lying sprawled across his bed. Pulling a short gleaming daggar from the mess he catches the gleam in his eye and begins inspecting it. He nods to Mabellina. "Aye, You tend to the wound and I shall heat the blade." (NT) -- Sir Bowdyn, 15:13:29 05/14/01 Mon

She smiles, taking the line strips to a small stone basin near the door....^inside^ -- Mabellina, 20:30:25 05/14/01 Mon

~*Stiffens and clenches her teeth, but she knew this was only a quarter of the pain to come.*~ (NT) -- Elizabeth, 18:56:46 05/15/01 Tue

She continues her work, cleaning the wound well. She turns, rising to put the rags into the cauldron herself. Once they're soaked, she brings them over. "This will sting as well." She applied it gently, letting the water wash away the bacteria... (NT) -- Mabellina, 18:10:45 05/16/01 Wed

He returns with a blistering hot knife and watches with interest. "Aye, it's hot, I felt it would melt if I left it to long." He keeps a glimmer of humor about him, but soon slips back into the dismallness of which he arrived. His green eyes watch onward with interest as he holds the blade delicatly, carefuly not to touch the scalding metal. (NT) -- Lord Bowdyn, 18:29:57 05/16/01 Wed

She smiles, done with her work. She can appreciat humour, and shows it in her own sparkling green eyes. As she stands she meets his, nodding to Elizabeth. "I believe she is ready." Taking the soiled rags, she thorws them into the fire which returns with a puff of smoke... (NT) -- Mabellina, 19:11:20 05/16/01 Wed