Free (Closed.)

[Cornflower MM]

"I can see that, at least." the mouse said dryly, then went over to Garth's other side, saw the rather red-tinged bandage, and shook her head. "You, sir, can stop supporting your wife. You're hurt, and this is making it worse. I'll support her, if you carry my mushrooms." She said, then handed the basket to Garth. Arya's cheeks were pink, as her brain tried to take in that this good old mouse thought Garth and she were married? "Oh, we're not married! We just met a few days ago. Really. We're just...." She said lamely. She didn't exactly know how to class what she and Garth had: Was it to soon for them to be called friends? But on the other paw, he might take offense, and have his feelings hurt if she classed them as acquaintances. So, in the end, her cheeks still flaming, she threw a pleading glance Garth's way.

[The Skarzs]

Garth also blushed, but did as he was bid without question. "We met a few days ago, and ended up. . . needing to help each other." He shrugged helplessly at Arya as he continued to blush furiously.

[Cornflower MM]

The mousewife rolled her eyes, noting Arya's flaming cheeks and Garth's scarlet ones. "Humph! Well, here we are. " She said, as she opened the door, and ushering them inside. There she got a pot of water heating, and she started to uncover Arya's legs, then threw a significant glance at Garth.

OOC: Good night, morning, whatever. I'm giving in and going to bed.

[The Skarzs]

OOC: Alrighty.

BIC: Garth sat down in a chair, and watched patiently as Arya was cared for.

[Cornflower MM]

The mouse inspected, and made small noises of approval.....Most of the time. "Who did this?" She asked, looking from Arya to Garth to Arya to Garth to Arya to Garth, and so on and so forth. "Garth did." Arya replied, stifling a yawn with her paw.The mouse, called Bella, looked surprised. "Really? Well, then, Mr. Garth, you did well. And what might your name be, Missie?" Bella said, then got a clean rag and dipped it into the hot water and started gently washing Arya's wounds. Then, she bandaged them up. "I'll have to go out later and find the right herbs for you two. Now, Mr. Garth, it's your turn. Would you mind terrible if I cut off your shirt? I need to see that side." She said firmly, picking up a knife.

[The Skarzs]

"Not much left of it to cut up," Garth said. He allowed the mouse to help.

[Cornflower MM]

"Good!" Bella said, the proceeded to cut the shirt. She tut-tutted when she saw the wound, and then bathed it with hot water and re-dressed it.

[The Skarzs]

"Thank you for helping us, missus. . . erm. . ."

[Cornflower MM]

"Bella. My name's Bella." She said kindly. "So, correct my ole mind if I'm wrong, but you, sir, are Garth, and you, maid, are Arya. Yes?" Arya nodded, and Bella smiled and said, "I once knew an Arya. She died a slow and painful death." Arya choked, and then looked at the mousewife. Or, where she had been. Bella had gone to get them some food.

[The Skarzs]

Garth peered at where the mouse had gone with his jaw dropped and one eye opened wider than the other, then turned back to look at Arya. "Wha. . . ?"
He shook his head. "Are you alright?"

[Cornflower MM]

I honestly don't know.....That was rather random...." Arya said, bewildered. "What about you?" She asked?

[The Skarzs]

"It still hurts, but at least it has stopped bleeding for good." He moved closer to the fire, and Arya.

[Cornflower MM]

"That's good!" Bella said, popping in long enough to set two trays down. One near Arya, and another next to it for Garth.

[The Skarzs]

"Thank you, Bella." Garth took a bite out of a pasty; he had not had one for seasons, and he closed his eyes enjoying the flavor. "These are good, Arya."

[Cornflower MM]

Arya was feeling  tad queasy, so she said, "I'll try the later.....I don't feel too great right now."