Well, at least she didn't have to try to figure out to wrap without waking him. But she had jumped a bit when he spoke her name. He'd used the same tone as he had been as of late. Gentle, but still abrupt enough to get his point across. Still, what if she did do something, anything, that would provoke his anger? His wrath? They still knew so little about the other, what if she offended him without meaning to? What if, after all this time, he was just what she'd grown up with? Liars, and abusers? All the other "what if's" ran through her head in circles. It was all she was able to hear after awhile. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she the wound bandaged and wrapped. She turned then to grab an empty jar that she had set nearby and put the rest of the paste in it. It would be needed later for him.
"Try to not get the bandage wet," she muttered to him softly. She was setting the jar in the saddle bag again, before she pushed her drying coppery curls from her face and stood. She looked lost, afraid. She'd grown comfortable with Karth and his men, but now, with the fear of them, mostly Karth, newly found, she felt lost. Juliana had hoped, that perhaps she could actually be allowed to live without fear. How wrong she considered herself to be now.
She grabbed the saddle bag, the one that had all her medicinal ingredients, and went to the farthest corner, with the pretense of going through to see what needed to be restocked. It was really just to keep her hands busy, if not her mind.
Usually, she would have sat near him, finding safety and comfort in his presence, but she couldn't find that anymore. She was too unsure of her own safety, or perhaps it was confidence in herself that she'd managed to prove to these men that she was useful. She took in a deep breath, fighting back the tears that threatened to overwhelm her as she quicly plaited her braid in single braid.
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