[ Drunks are a dime a dozen during Harvest Week, so much so that for the most part Luna is satisfied to send them on their way if all they need is rest--this is no inn, she tells them, forgetting to append a 'forgive me' before she brings in the injured. Triage is most difficult during the evening, when groups might all come in at once, one with a split lip and two with bruises, but the fourth vomiting his life away.
The woman has a contusion just over one eye, presumably from a fist or an elbow. ]
A long night for us both, it seems. [ It's greeting enough, Lunafreya's expression soft. ] Are you in much pain?
HANNA
The woman has a contusion just over one eye, presumably from a fist or an elbow. ]
A long night for us both, it seems. [ It's greeting enough, Lunafreya's expression soft. ] Are you in much pain?