Ida led her around a stone wall and pushed open the wooden door beside it.
A wave of warmth washed over her, mingled with the bitter scent of medicinal herbs.
A middle-aged woman sat inside, her head lowered as she sorted dried leaves in a clay dish.
Ida explained why they had come. The woman moved a stool beside the stove and had Luo Jiuge sit down.
When her clothes were unfastened, several patches of fabric were still stuck to her wounds.
Luo Jiuge reached to pull them free herself, but the slightest touch made her wince.
Seeing this, the woman slapped her hand away, fetched some warm water, and slowly soaked the hard, dried scabs.
Ida had meant to ask about the monastery, but after seeing the wounds across her shoulders and back, she held off on asking anything more.
Luo Jiuge lowered her head and stared at her knees, letting the woman clean her wounds. But when the ointment went on, a sharp sting bored into her flesh, and she couldn't help gripping the edge of the stool.
Still, this little bit of pain was nothing much. She only had to endure it for a while.
Kaka crouched at her feet and looked up at her, no longer even chewing the dried meat in its mouth.
Fortunately, she had drunk a healing potion beforehand, and most of her wounds were only flesh wounds. The woman bandaged her up, then gave her a few instructions in fluent Common, telling her to avoid moving around too much for the next two days so she wouldn't tear the wounds open again.
Once Luo Jiuge had put her clothes back on, Ida led her to the guest room.
The room wasn't large. A fire was already burning in the stove, and thick