For Dave Strider and Dave Strider

[not_only_wisdom]

Nynaeve is taking this time in the infirmary to portion out and label more of her simples, tisanes, and poultices for general use.

Her hair -- shorn now to her shoulders -- is pinned up, and she wears a yellow-fringed shawl on her shoulders.

" -- for headache," she mutters to herself, writing down dosage instructions in neat, even letters. "One cup at need, no longer than a week."

Comments

[stridersgonnastride]

"nah he can get like released on his own cognizance or whatever once you think he isn't gonna do a gainer if he stands up"

Dave shrugs. "few friends of mine are gonna visit some of them are grey and have horns so don't freak out"

[not_only_wisdom]

Nynaeve lifts her chin just slightly.

"So long as they aren't Forsaken. I'll make no promises there."

Otherwise Nynaeve will set them on fire so fast.

(No word that is not true is -- an adjustment, still. But it does grow easier.)

[stridersgonnastride]

"i have no idea what the fuck that is so i think we're cool

"thanks for the help i'm gonna go check in then leave myself a note then ollie out"

He nods to her.

[not_only_wisdom]

"The Light go with you."

If this is a thing that happens to young children, what lies ahead for the older ones?

Healing means the damage has already been done, after all.