The new system’s implementation is coming along nicely, and I’m taking the opportunity to tighten up the prose while I go.
This comes from the prologue if the Main Character badly injures themselves while carrying K back from the marsh:
All pronouns are set to my typical testing set
Preview - Prologue Spoilers
“What do you think?” Peidyn asks, watching us both with a guarded expression.
Anadora pauses a while, letting her hands and eyes linger on the injury just a little bit longer, before turning to address Peidyn. “What did you apply to it earlier?” she replies.
Peidyn lists off the three salves and two tisanes she presented me with after we’d cleaned the wound. Anadora listens closely, marking each one with professional approval. She asks for the salves again, along with another she explains is derived from the Cleavers plant, to help stem the bleeding.
“You must stay off your feet for the next few days,” she explains to me as she goes about applying the salves. “You need to give the flesh time to bond back together, then you must not undertake any strenuous tasks for a few months at least.”
I pale. “Months-?!”
“Alright,” Peidyn says, handing Anadora fresh bandages when needed. “We’ll move you and your nephew into the spare downstairs room.”
I turn to her, alarmed. “But we’re only paid up till-”
She dismisses my protest with a brisk wave of her hand. “We’ll sort it out in the spring.”
Leila plops her chin on my shoulder, previous distress giving way to a teasing smile. “No work for you!” She grins. “We can babysit Henry for you! He can come out on the boat with us!”
Lars sighs loudly. “Did anyone notice how I just got volunteered for that?”
“Hey! You already volunteered to knit the lad a scarf! What’s a bit of extra company on the boat compared to that?”
While the siblings bicker, Peidyn tidies away the medicinal matter, and Ana ties the bandage securely to my leg once more.
“There’s no point in protesting, Marian,” the former tells me, sending a warm, if smug grin over her shoulder. “We’re not exactly the type of folk to throw you out in the cold, you know.”
Anadora chuckles. “That we most certainly are not.”