25
The group had been walking along one of the animal paths for half the morning when Darion called me again. It had rained just after dawn, which made me wake with a start. I’d struggled to rub my legs with my bound hands in an effort to try to wash the blood and dirt off before it stopped raining. As it turned out, I needn’t have hurried. There was more than enough water in that downpour to wash myself twice.
I’d removed the crude hide bandage from my leg and inspected the wound. It was knitting back together surprisingly quickly, so I left the bandage off. I didn’t really want to put it back on once it was wet as I was worried that it would increase the chance of the wound getting infected. That was the last thing I needed.
And the shackles were doing their best to scrape my skin off
