Meggot approaches the two as the rest of the crew carefully step back, knowing their places quite well. The captain stands with them, arms crossed, a hard expression on his face.
"You'll be wanting to take care of yourselves, dears," she says, voice wavering a bit. She smiles, passing a little pot of green salve into Tristran's hands, folding his fingers over it.
"For your hand," she explains, then turns to the star. "And for your leg."
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Date: 2007-07-06 05:18 am (UTC)"You'll be wanting to take care of yourselves, dears," she says, voice wavering a bit. She smiles, passing a little pot of green salve into Tristran's hands, folding his fingers over it.
"For your hand," she explains, then turns to the star. "And for your leg."