The sly-eyed Aaenshi waited for Verissa to pull off her top, unhesitatingly lifting her paws to help ease the bloody cloth away from where it had become stuck to the thin slashes. Shenzi knew that they probably stung terribly, and Verissa disrobing had caused some of them to begin bleeding again, but none of them would need stitches. 

[color=bc8dbf]"These will be gone in far less than a ten-day, especially if I have anything to say about it,"[/color] Shenzi remarked optimistically, rising to fetch the copper kettle which was steaming by now but not quite whisting yet. 

Returning to the open space in the middle of the tent, Shenzi sat down, setting the hot kettle on the thick oxhide mat. Using her own bowls, which were made of some veiny stone and well-worn inside, Shenzi began making a thick paste, using many of the same materials that Verissa mentioned, though she added a few that the young woman would not recognize. The soothing scent of lavendar filled the air as Shenzi mixed dried purple flowers into the bowl, followed by the sweet apple scent of tiny white chamomile blossoms.

Listening to Verissa talk through her process, the fox-like creature nodded, gently cleaning the humans skin with a soft, warm cloth. She applied the thick paste conservatively, letting it sit. It would be pointless to actually bandage them, but the salve would stop the bleeding, keep her from festering, and prevent the cuts from sticking to her shirt.

Now and then she leaned around to see what Verissa was doing, but made no comment until she was done with her own work.

[color=bc8dbf]"Plantain is also good for wounds, and it grows everywhere in the Karawac. Save your elderberries, you wont find them much on the grasslands. You already know much more than many of my students."[/color]

The Aaenshi seemed satisfied with both Verissas back and her knowledge and began gathering her things. She was facing the young human when Verissa revealed what was at the forefront of her mind, and the Aaenshi sighed, her prominent ears drooping to the sides a little, tsk-tsking.

[color=bc8dbf]"You would be wise to not cling tightly to your virtue, girl, because it will not last." [/color]Shenzi's expression grew secretive. [color=a187be]"I can not speak for Ash, but if he does..."[/color] The canid paused thoughtfully. [color=a187be]"It is the Kvaren way for warriors to take slaves for their wives, though no one expected Ash to take that path."[/color] She was eyeing Verissa again, wondering what circumstances lead to the Swordmaster bringing her here.

[color=bc8dbf]"Whatever happens, I would not expect him to be cruel to you if you don't do anything foolish. If he marries you or you have his child you wont be a slave anymore."[/color]

Shenzi returned to the table, filling the shallow basin with warm water, though she did not do anything with it. [color=bc8dbf]"You will be expected to take care of him, make yourself useful."[/color] She grinned, a though she found something endlessly amusing about the idea of Verissa taking care of Ash.

[color=a187be]"Talk to him. He may be a warrior and a leader but he's still just a man,"[/color]