RP post: Soap bath for Moist

[scots_wolf]

[[from here]]

Urquhart's room is a little more utilitarian today, as he's got a trestle table put up, and a large project on it: many dozens of demon bunny hides, finely cured, are laid out to be put together into a large black-and-red fur blanket with an interesting pattern.

"Excuse the work in progress," Urquhart says. "But our business is in the bathroom anyway."

He kicks the door shut, still holding Moist up securely, and leads him towards the bath.

Comments

[morethanprops]

"Or controlling an entire race by being nice and creating a Temperance movement,"

Moist sucks in another breath, the soap does hurt a lot.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart is above 'I told you so.' He wants Moist to be fit and whole and free from any lingering infection in his leg, so he's not going to gloat and start an argument.

He also rather lacks fellow feeling and sympathy, for anybody, even for people he approves of and enjoys, like Moist or Saffron. But he does put a large warm hand on Moist's shoulder, to be comforting and supportive without going on about it.

"Controlling people by being nice is something Ladies generally do," Urquhart says instead. "I remember how my mother had it down pat. It's probably a secret they hand down from mother to daughter. Odd as it feels, even Lady Margolotta must have had a mother at some stage. But she's perfected the art on an unprecedented scale."

[morethanprops]

The hand is of slight comfort since the pain isn't stopping and a curse slips out,

"Yes, that's because its much harder to turn away someone who's being nice and polite to you,"

Moist has used that trick many a time since its effective.

[scots_wolf]

"Yes, we have learned not to be quite that rude," Urquhart says. "It takes some unlearning."

He stands behind Moist and massages his shoulders to relax him.

[morethanprops]

"Its also useful since people will agree with a lot of things if they think you're nice and on your side,"

The massaging does help, "Apparently it was deeper than I realized."

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart keeps rubbing Moist's neck and shoulders. "When it stops hurting, I'll take another look at it," he says.

[morethanprops]

"Thank you,"

It takes a few long minutes, but it does finally stop hurting and Moist gently lifts his leg out,

"There."

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart kneels down beside him and lifts the leg so he can look at the calf, but Moist can't, and briefly pokes the wound.

He reaches out for a pair of long tweezers, and pokes the wound again while holding Moist's foot. There is a short pull and twinge.

The, he lets go.

"There must have been a bit of hay left on that pitchfork," he says, holding up a tiny scrap of dry vegetable matter, perhaps a blade of very hard grass, or a fragment of a yarrow stalk, that he's pulled from one of the punctures. "That must have been it."

[morethanprops]

Moist winces while he's poked, but doesn't make any sounds. His grandfather taught him to keep quiet when you're hurt,

"Yes, I think he grabbed it right off the straw pile."

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart discards the little scrap, and then pokes the wound again, peering at it closely.

"I think that's all," he finally declares. "The soap drew out the splinter, as it's supposed to do, I'll wash the wounds with a bit of brandy, then put on some balm and bandages, and then we can get to the good part."

[morethanprops]

"Oh, good, I don't remember the last time I had a hurt like this one,"

Usually he acquires little nicks and tar and feathering is uncomfortable but not scarring.

[scots_wolf]

"Good," Urquhart says, dabbing the wound with a brandy-soaked clean piece of linen. "I don't approve of people trying to puncture you all too often."

[morethanprops]

"I try to leave before they get any thoughts of harming me. I just wasn't quick enough this time,"

Moist hisses as the brandy touches his tender skin.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart reaches out again, gets a little jar of balm, and starts dabbing that on.

"If you're fast enough, they never notice anything is wrong before you're far away," Urquhart says. "Or never. Those are the best jobs."

[morethanprops]

"Most of my jobs are like that though I have heard of the guards looking for a few of my aliases."

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart keeps dabbing.

"If you know which, you can ditch them," he says.

[morethanprops]

"I always do, its not safe to keep an alias too long,"

Milliways is rather an exception to that rule.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart starts bandaging his leg. "You'll tell us when we need to stop calling you Alfred?" he jokes.

[morethanprops]

"Here, I think its safer to keep with one here unless things get really bad."

[scots_wolf]

"It was a joke," Urquhart says, tying down the bandage firmly. "Of course, we could always rename you if you got fed up with 'Alfred' for some reason."

[morethanprops]

Moist nods, aliases are his stock and trade so its hard to think of them as jokes,

"Yes, of course."

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart tucks the end of the bandage in. "You're all set."

[morethanprops]

"Thank you. Now what plans did you have for the rest of the night?"

[scots_wolf]

"Plans that involved you lying down and resting your leg," Urquhart says, standing up and offering Moist his hand. "But not necessarily resting the rest of you."

[morethanprops]

"I like those plans,"

Moist takes Urquhart's hand and rests against him.