[Flashback] Sailing Lessons, Part 1 (Completed)

[Alexis Whitewave]

Alexis returned Jargons smile with a small smirk. ”If I was smart I’d lie and tell you I have other business, but to be honest I really need to do something other than get drunk in that tavern and do something I’ll regret” she said, only half joking. She bent went over to where Daske lay and grabbed his torse, hugging it to her body. ”Don’t just stand there, grab his legs!” Alexis ordered.

A short while later…

Alexis was sitting beside Daske’s side, as she had been since they brought him here. She had no healing or medical knowledge and was therefore useless when it came to helping the man out. So she’d simply watched and waited, hoping she would see his eyes flutter open. She did not want one of her own to die, or for her efforts in saving him to be wasted.

She had kept the slashes on her side and arm hidden, as to not distract Jargon. She would be able to fix herself up later, though the bloody stains on her shirt may have been a giveaway. She did not look forward to attempting to wash the stains out, or even attempting to fix the shirt. Perhaps she would get a new one, or find someone skilled to fix it…

[Daske Baggywrinkle]

OOC :

Continued in Sailing Lessons, Part 2