“Don’t sigh at me.” Amani huffed softly, running the gauze along your open leg wound. Using a natural herb ointment to prevent infection. It was wound you got while hunting weeks ago, but very trip you go on- you somehow manage to repopen it on accident.

“You’re still healing-“ She chided, bopping your nose in a smack- not to hard, the action playful. “Gods forbid you reopen that wound. Again.” Her tone soft, and quiet. She threw the gauze to the floor, before wrapping your leg up into a bandage wrap of vines and leaves.

“Now you need to rest. I have other dumbasses to take care of.” Amani murmured, giving your shoulder a rub. Before standing onto her feet. Going to move away from your thin mattress of a bed in your den.