[Said as she looks over to him from the desk - a bottle from the drawer in one hand, a small book in the other. It's got some leaves imprinted on the cover... so it must be some kind of plant guide. Because, y'know. As if Siouxsie knows fuckall about plants. The only plants they had back home were grass and trees!
Eventually, though, she wanders over to him, handing over the corked bottle - it's filled with some sort of translucent, pale orange gel, with a label on the front that's been well-worn from use.]
Here. This is the hag's wound stuff - it's made of like, a bunch of shit for healing or whatever. I've seen the results, so, y'know. It's good stuff. Heavy duty!
[But she's not putting it on for him, sorry. She hardly wants to use this sort of thing on herself, let alone getting herself messy for others.
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[Said as she looks over to him from the desk - a bottle from the drawer in one hand, a small book in the other.
It's got some leaves imprinted on the cover... so it must be some kind of plant guide.
Because, y'know. As if Siouxsie knows fuckall about plants. The only plants they had back home were grass and trees!
Eventually, though, she wanders over to him, handing over the corked bottle - it's filled with some sort of translucent, pale orange gel, with a label on the front that's been well-worn from use.]
Here. This is the hag's wound stuff - it's made of like, a bunch of shit for healing or whatever.
I've seen the results, so, y'know. It's good stuff. Heavy duty!
[But she's not putting it on for him, sorry. She hardly wants to use this sort of thing on herself, let alone getting herself messy for others.
... At least it's probably got a nice smell.]