Jeanne: Dirt and Blood

Forgetting for a moment his wariness of Lucretia, who seemed too busy to note the intrusion, Druce looked curiously at the flushed young woman with her smears of flour here and there. The thick white towel bound around her head gave her a comical look, and he decided to reply to her sharp inquiry with a lopsided grin. He spread out his dirty right hand to show her the cut across its palm, and explained conversationally, "Gaius sent me in to get it cleaned and bound before heading back to the trenches. The young rascal here seems to be doing no more than snitching--" as the lad was leaning closer to Domitia's bowl "--and getting in the way, so I thought to enlist his help. Would you have a clean towel about you?"

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