Thoughts dwelling still on her overly cliche'd past, Farleen sat still as Arc, nothing more to her than a self-appointed medic, cleaned and dressed her wounds. He was a quick worker, going from alcohol swabs to applying bandages in just a few minutes, something that the blonde was more than happy for. The less interaction she had to have, the better, or at least it was what she thought. Arc bade her to lift her left shoulder and she did so, despite almost entirely being off in her own reminiscent world.
After another moment or two of tugging, wrapping, and tying, Arc gave his job a proud tap and stood up. "Well, it is about time head back to join the others. Are you coming with, Farleen?" It was seconds before the words registered with Farleen, let alone her noticing that Arc had already moved a few steps away from her. Her witch's eyes fell onto him, pulling her once again away from the world of reverie.
Wordless, Farleen adjusted her claymore and moved her left shoulder around, testing Arc's work. 'Not bad, I guess.' The bandages kept from coming loose after the small movements. She began walking back toward the encampment, brushing past Arc as an almost inaudible "Thanks" fluttered past her lips.
Haha, yay for stretching about 20 seconds. And yes, Ken, you did Farleen well in your other post. And I'm guessing that this'll be our closing post for the epilogue RP. W007
OCC: I'm not pretending to be Arc it's just a little misunderstanding Cecily just mixed up our names because both starts with an A sorry about the confusion.