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The nap happened, in small chunks to begin with.
The babies wanted to be with Laun for a while and that delayed the lay-down. She was nodding off while the babies were crawling around her on the patio. Gem helped Laun into her room and took charge of the babies again.
Laun was able to lay back on the bed, not even with her boots off before a messenger from the Hamlis mayor insisted on seeing her. That took a while to make him stop talking and take a tersely written message back, telling the Mayor that right now was not good, to stop trying to get Laun to move off the compound.
Laun had her boots off, with help from the timid Lieutenant and had just been in process of telling him her rules of the moment and trying to have some negotiations with the man when the medics came in, Maddoc trailing several other red-sleeved soldiers behind him. She stripped with little hesitation, the scars and recent wounds starting to blend together, the bruises just starting to yellow and fade but were still enough to make the men who had not seen them before to pause.
Salve was massaged into Laun, the back not the only place the healing hands stroked, though none went to where they all seemed to be looking whenever Laun turned her head and caught them. The consultations on the back strain and the cuts were over after a small delay, Maddoc asking for a little privacy.
Laun was more relaxed and had her torn dark green tunic on, the harness on the left arm the only other thing on her. She was sitting, though knew that she would be laying down soon, one way or another. “You went off compound, Sister.” »Read More