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One thing, fine hand rose and picked a glass jar from a shelf. Sangria-red eyes followed the brush-script of the Arabic, though he knew what it was long before he read the label. It was lavender, and almost empty. He had used a lot of it while making tea for himself and Sa’adat, easing the headaches that came from her illness. While he had not suffered the malaria as terribly as she had, he still spent many days lying in his room in pain.
The jar was placed down on the large wooden table. Enkiel was compulsive in his nature, and so there was very little out of place in the room. A nail supported the medical satchel that he so often wore, and it was here that the Tirones moved to. With this slung over his shoulder, he traveled down the hallway and out towards the entrance of the Guest House. Gabriel and Cern’s absence was felt—it was far too quiet without them here.
Once outside, Enkiel paused only to brush his too-long bangs from his face. His hair had begun to grow during the winter and now fell to beyond his shoulders. It was black save for his bangs, which were the same no-color tan as his fur. With well-placed steps the healer began heading west. Since the acquisition of Eden, gathering supplies had become quite easy despite it being a long trip. He left while it was still dark, and moving at a quick pace, arrived at the Garden shortly after dawn.
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