#((honestly erik's idea of taking up residence beneath the theater sounds more and more appealing every day!))

[theheadlessgroom]

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The smell of frying fish was wafting up the stairs by the time June arrived with the remedy, a natural blend she’d picked up out of an old book at the library many moons ago, and always kept around on the off-chance she might need it. She never imagined she’d be making it to apply to a siren of all creatures, admittedly, but still, she had it, and was going to put it to good use anyhow.

“Alright, so I’m going to need to put this over her wounds, and redress her bandages,” she explained to Randall, who then tried to convey this to Emily, saying, “My mother needs to take off your bandages,” gesturing to said wrappings, making a wrap gesture before repeating the rub gesture, saying, “and then she can put this on, which will make you not hurt.”

He then turned back to June, asking, “It won’t hurt her to put that stuff on her, will it, Ma?”

“It might sting a bit, but not for long,” she shrugged lightly, at which Randall turned back to her, saying, “It might, um...sting a little...” He was unsure of how to convey that feeling to her other than making a buzzing sound and jabbing his palm, before saying, “But it will help to make you feel better, i-it won’t last long, I promise!” To punctuate this, June showed Emily the little bowl containing the blend, hoping it might make her feel more comfortable with the notion of putting it on her.