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non sexual acts of intimacy | patching a wound   🗡｡･:*:･ﾟ She had no idea what she was supposed to be doing; Nanthis was a rogue, an assassin, a thief. She did not have hands meant to heal--she never had. That was her brother. Still, she attempted, using what she knew from patching her own wounds. She pulled the bandage tight and nodded, seemingly finished. “That should do it. You really should have asked a priest...or a medic. I’m the farthest thing from a healer.”

“I did only what you asked me to do, there was not much more care that can be taken when the world around you burns.”