I cleaned the area with some soap and water and kept it covered with a bandage once it dried, to keep it from rubbing against my clothes or something when I walked.
[She stares at her arm for a moment]
Is there something else I need to do? I'm afraid medical techniques were practically nonexistent in my world.
[She realizes a moment later that he must be worried about her or something and softens, smiling a little at the message]
It's very sweet of you, but I'll be alright. I've had much worse than this, I can still continue so long as you're willing to. Though perhaps we can cut the lesson short if it starts to bother me or something?
[too late he's never mentioning a feeling ever again
it is a mark of a poor teacher to not mind the limits of his students, and aemond is loathe to sour this instruction against someone who is willing to learn. his father had done it too many times against him, spurning his questions or simply refusing to answer. ]
We could improve on other aspects in the meanwhile, as you heal. You can still draw the bow without loosing the arrow, and your posture we could improve.
[poor aemond it’s too late for u, now she knows you have emotions. Rip.]
I’d like that!
[She hesitates, but only for a moment. It’s gotten easier to talk about such things and much, MUCH easier to do so through text]
In my world, I was one of the wives of a warlord. He kept us in a gilded cage, away from the horrors of the wasteland, the desert that stretches the world, but the cage had its own horrors.
He would brutalize us often. We had 3 chances to birth him a healthy son, a nearly impossible task given how my world was. Most children are born deformed or stillborn.
If we failed 3 times, we were thrown from the citadel into the Wasteland, or we became one of the milk mothers. I can’t tell you which fate was worse.
But me and the remaining wives escaped into the Wasteland. It’s been rough, but freeing. The conditions are harsh. The bruises and cuts are different, but at least they are there because of me, because of actions I’ve taken myself.
[ she is as a salt-wife to the iron islands' reavers — taken as prize, and forced into brutality. aemond understands now why she insists on learning to protect herself. ]
I swear to you, I will never touch you without your leave. You have my word. It is a grave offence that has been done upon you, and you should not have had to suffer even the idea of it.
Does he die? Your warlord captor? Do you wish for his death?
It's more touching than she thought it'd be and she smiles warmly at the screen]
Thank you. That's very kind of you, and it means a lot to hear. It's been something to get used to here, where everyone is so free with themselves. I've been getting comfortable with it. Thank you, for understanding.
For a while, I didn't know what I wanted. I thought it'd be enough to just escape, but he'd given chase to us. This won't end until he is dead.
The woman who helped us escape, Furiosa, is also here, and from a time later than when I came from. She said that she killed him, and it brought a lot of comfort and relief.
But if he ever showed up here? I wouldn't mind the chance to put an arrow or a knife between his ribs. For myself. For my friends I've lost because of him, and those he's brainwashed along the way.
You will have deserved it, to plunge your weapon into him as he has done with his body against yours.
[ he would offer to help, if only to hold the man down. violence begets violence, aemond more than understands this, but some forms of brutality are unacceptable entirely. capable deserves her revenge. if he could aid her in some way, then he will have done a great and honourable service. ]
I have spoken with Furiosa once. When she was younger. Her arm was already missing even then, young as she was. Were you both brutalised by the same man? Had he taken her arm for himself, too?
[She'd never wanted to be someone capable (ha) of murder, nor someone who would relish in it, but this? This was justified. This would be an understandable diversion in it.]
I don't believe so. I believe it was from another warlord. She was not one of the wives. At least, I don't believe so. She wasn't there when I joined, and she was already Imperator by then and assigned to protect us.
You've made me realize I never thought to ask her before. She'd done so much for us, and I never got to know her fully. I'll have to change that.
When we first met, I hated her. I was so angry. I thought as a woman she should be more sympathetic to us. She thought we were spoiled brats. We both changed a lot since then.
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[ he may be slightly concerned. just a bit. ]
How are you caring for it?
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[She stares at her arm for a moment]
Is there something else I need to do? I'm afraid medical techniques were practically nonexistent in my world.
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I only meant that
Do you need more time? I can wait until you're feeling better to continue your instruction. It would not be any trouble.
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It's very sweet of you, but I'll be alright. I've had much worse than this, I can still continue so long as you're willing to. Though perhaps we can cut the lesson short if it starts to bother me or something?
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too late he's never mentioning a feeling ever againit is a mark of a poor teacher to not mind the limits of his students, and aemond is loathe to sour this instruction against someone who is willing to learn. his father had done it too many times against him, spurning his questions or simply refusing to answer. ]
We could improve on other aspects in the meanwhile, as you heal. You can still draw the bow without loosing the arrow, and your posture we could improve.
When you speak of worse, what do you mean by it?
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I’d like that!
[She hesitates, but only for a moment. It’s gotten easier to talk about such things and much, MUCH easier to do so through text]
In my world, I was one of the wives of a warlord. He kept us in a gilded cage, away from the horrors of the wasteland, the desert that stretches the world, but the cage had its own horrors.
He would brutalize us often. We had 3 chances to birth him a healthy son, a nearly impossible task given how my world was. Most children are born deformed or stillborn.
If we failed 3 times, we were thrown from the citadel into the Wasteland, or we became one of the milk mothers. I can’t tell you which fate was worse.
But me and the remaining wives escaped into the Wasteland. It’s been rough, but freeing. The conditions are harsh. The bruises and cuts are different, but at least they are there because of me, because of actions I’ve taken myself.
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I swear to you, I will never touch you without your leave. You have my word. It is a grave offence that has been done upon you, and you should not have had to suffer even the idea of it.
Does he die? Your warlord captor? Do you wish for his death?
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It's more touching than she thought it'd be and she smiles warmly at the screen]
Thank you. That's very kind of you, and it means a lot to hear. It's been something to get used to here, where everyone is so free with themselves. I've been getting comfortable with it. Thank you, for understanding.
For a while, I didn't know what I wanted. I thought it'd be enough to just escape, but he'd given chase to us. This won't end until he is dead.
The woman who helped us escape, Furiosa, is also here, and from a time later than when I came from. She said that she killed him, and it brought a lot of comfort and relief.
But if he ever showed up here? I wouldn't mind the chance to put an arrow or a knife between his ribs. For myself. For my friends I've lost because of him, and those he's brainwashed along the way.
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[ he would offer to help, if only to hold the man down. violence begets violence, aemond more than understands this, but some forms of brutality are unacceptable entirely. capable deserves her revenge. if he could aid her in some way, then he will have done a great and honourable service. ]
I have spoken with Furiosa once. When she was younger. Her arm was already missing even then, young as she was. Were you both brutalised by the same man? Had he taken her arm for himself, too?
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I don't believe so. I believe it was from another warlord. She was not one of the wives. At least, I don't believe so. She wasn't there when I joined, and she was already Imperator by then and assigned to protect us.
You've made me realize I never thought to ask her before. She'd done so much for us, and I never got to know her fully. I'll have to change that.
When we first met, I hated her. I was so angry. I thought as a woman she should be more sympathetic to us. She thought we were spoiled brats. We both changed a lot since then.