Sephira drank sparingly from the milk bottle, so that James could share if he wanted. He never reached for it, though, and she wondered why. It was difficult for her to get sick, her natural body temperture usually being too warm for any of the germs to take affect, although in this day and age she didn't know that.
She glanced over at the young man when she heard him say something and noticed the trickle of red on his arm. She flushed as she realized it was because of her. She reached over to her pack and dug through it until she found the herbs she used for treating burns. She took James hand and held his arm rigid as she chewed the leaves and spat the juice onto his burns. She tightened her grip as she did so, knowing that the juice would sting at first.
She glanced over at the young man when she heard him say something and noticed the trickle of red on his arm. She flushed as she realized it was because of her. She reached over to her pack and dug through it until she found the herbs she used for treating burns. She took James hand and held his arm rigid as she chewed the leaves and spat the juice onto his burns. She tightened her grip as she did so, knowing that the juice would sting at first.



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