[Ianthe called over from a spot far enough back from customer view that they couldn't see exactly what she was working on, but the wet sound of something slopping in a basin didn't make it hard to figure out as she finished separating out the usable parts from what was going to the dogs later. She took the usable parts back into storage to be hung later, necromancy preserving them so it wouldn't be an issue, then the rest wrapped up to be taken to the dogs later.
It was at this point that Alina would notice that Ianthe looked terrible, especially considering how good she'd looked at the dinner party (necromancy made up for so much that night). Her hair was still in the twin braids she slept with it in, flyaways escaping everywhere, and there were dark circles around her eyes. Whether they were from a lack of sleep or she'd just done a shit job cleaning her eye makeup from the party was hard to tell. It was probably a combination of both. There was a smear of mostly dried blood on the side of her nose where she'd rubbed it, and a band of fat encircling her left wrist to protect the bracelet underneath it.]
That should do it.
[With a flick of both hands, the mess that had been on her arms and apron flaked away as she decayed it until they were clean, though the blood on her face remained. She didn't even hang the apron back up before she was over to Alina, eyes immediately zeroing in on her journal as she automatically looked for any damage.]
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[Ianthe called over from a spot far enough back from customer view that they couldn't see exactly what she was working on, but the wet sound of something slopping in a basin didn't make it hard to figure out as she finished separating out the usable parts from what was going to the dogs later. She took the usable parts back into storage to be hung later, necromancy preserving them so it wouldn't be an issue, then the rest wrapped up to be taken to the dogs later.
It was at this point that Alina would notice that Ianthe looked terrible, especially considering how good she'd looked at the dinner party (necromancy made up for so much that night). Her hair was still in the twin braids she slept with it in, flyaways escaping everywhere, and there were dark circles around her eyes. Whether they were from a lack of sleep or she'd just done a shit job cleaning her eye makeup from the party was hard to tell. It was probably a combination of both. There was a smear of mostly dried blood on the side of her nose where she'd rubbed it, and a band of fat encircling her left wrist to protect the bracelet underneath it.]
That should do it.
[With a flick of both hands, the mess that had been on her arms and apron flaked away as she decayed it until they were clean, though the blood on her face remained. She didn't even hang the apron back up before she was over to Alina, eyes immediately zeroing in on her journal as she automatically looked for any damage.]
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