Cir smiled up at Faudin as he was impressed with her stitchwork. "My Ada stitches better than I do." She said with a sigh, shaking her head and then she pulled out an ointment made of herbs, and she spread it on the cuts that he pointed out, it being used as a healing balm. "They should be gone by the end of the day." She informed him, putting the creams back. "Now... What would you like to do, Faudin?"
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"You're gonna get me some pie."
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