Mr. Skeeter had a nice laugh, Lila noted absentmindedly as she opened up the cabinet where she kept her odds and ends when it came to her garden. It didn’t fit, but her son was always into something. He was at that age wanting to explore and stick his face in quite literally anything he could, even when he was scolded not to. Ah, well, it was working in her favor right now. The paste, luckily for Delilah, was front and center where she was looking; she was quick to grab it and work it open, her nose wrinkling as the odor assaulted her nostrils.
Maybe she should have just put a jar of this outside – if it didn’t keep the gnomes away, nothing would.
Lila grabbed a couple bandages, washed her own hands before she made her back toward Mr. Skeeter. Then she smiled at him as she set the jar onto the counter. Removing the handkerchief she took a moment to look over the bite marks, thankful that they weren't too deep – stupid gnomes with their useless sharp teeth. “This may sting a bit, I’m sorry.” Sting his arm, sting his nose… maybe a little bit of both, but it didn’t stop her from pouring some onto the wound; it was thick like maple syrup, tinted orange.
“So this will harden and act a bit like stitches to hold the bites together. Tomorrow, put a new bandage on and reapply. It should heal in a couple days, but if you notice an infection please discontinue and go to the infirmary.” Lila wrapped the bandage around him before she stepped back. She’d send him home with a small care package of things, just in case.
Maybe she should have just put a jar of this outside – if it didn’t keep the gnomes away, nothing would.
Lila grabbed a couple bandages, washed her own hands before she made her back toward Mr. Skeeter. Then she smiled at him as she set the jar onto the counter. Removing the handkerchief she took a moment to look over the bite marks, thankful that they weren't too deep – stupid gnomes with their useless sharp teeth. “This may sting a bit, I’m sorry.” Sting his arm, sting his nose… maybe a little bit of both, but it didn’t stop her from pouring some onto the wound; it was thick like maple syrup, tinted orange.
“So this will harden and act a bit like stitches to hold the bites together. Tomorrow, put a new bandage on and reapply. It should heal in a couple days, but if you notice an infection please discontinue and go to the infirmary.” Lila wrapped the bandage around him before she stepped back. She’d send him home with a small care package of things, just in case.
