[ Vanessa casts a glance towards 'her' before turning her attention back on the bloodied hand suddenly in her charge. Uncaring of the dirt that may stain her skirt, she settles beside him and pulls his hand closer to inspect the injury.
There's concern that he may have been cut by something poisonous. While she may have a few basic supplies in her bag, she doesn't exactly have her apothecary collection on her person. Still reluctant to 'take' anything from this world, for that could doom her to the underworld to the Master's delight, Vanessa decides to only assess the blood. If he should need stitches, she hasn't those supplies on her either. ]
She may prefer it here.
[ Vanessa does have a scarf in her bag; a sacrifice is made while she wraps it around his hand with a tight bind, the thumb of her other hand pressing first against the wound to keep the cut as pinched as possible before it's covered. It may hurt, but such is the way of things. While her gaze is cast on her work, the cigarette (joint, it's a joint okay) hangs from its loose perch between her thin lips. ]
the purple kush of the 19th century
There's concern that he may have been cut by something poisonous. While she may have a few basic supplies in her bag, she doesn't exactly have her apothecary collection on her person. Still reluctant to 'take' anything from this world, for that could doom her to the underworld to the Master's delight, Vanessa decides to only assess the blood. If he should need stitches, she hasn't those supplies on her either. ]
She may prefer it here.
[ Vanessa does have a scarf in her bag; a sacrifice is made while she wraps it around his hand with a tight bind, the thumb of her other hand pressing first against the wound to keep the cut as pinched as possible before it's covered. It may hurt, but such is the way of things. While her gaze is cast on her work, the cigarette (joint, it's a joint okay) hangs from its loose perch between her thin lips. ]