"No. I think we've picked it clean." She stands, eyeing the direction of her sisters as a particularly loud whoop rings out. Eyslk is getting splashed again.
Cywyllog is a tall girl - they all are thanks to their father - so it's difficult to avoid getting a good look at Mordred's face. She frowns as she takes his injuries in, uncertain if she should say anything. Boys seem to be so touchy about things like that.
"Sit," she all but orders him, gesturing to a larger rock, then fishes out a small handkerchief that has managed to stay in it spot in her sleeve.
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Date: 2013-05-09 12:31 am (UTC)Cywyllog is a tall girl - they all are thanks to their father - so it's difficult to avoid getting a good look at Mordred's face. She frowns as she takes his injuries in, uncertain if she should say anything. Boys seem to be so touchy about things like that.
"Sit," she all but orders him, gesturing to a larger rock, then fishes out a small handkerchief that has managed to stay in it spot in her sleeve.