[Right... right... oh. yes. Yes, Barbara had a cut get infected once, nasty fever, weird pink streaks and some very, very fussy dragons and moogles.
She also knew that there was one former dragoon of her father's company who was missing part of an arm not because it had been cut off entirely, but because a wound had become gangrenous and the healers had been forced to cut it off. Not events Barbara witnessed for herself, but she knew about it, enough to be afraid when that cut on her own arm turned.
So infection inside the head, that would be bad. If that happened, what would you do? You couldn't cut that off.
DOWN THE HATCH IT IS.]
gleck. [dragoons don't complain about petty things, but they do pull faces at disgusting medicine.] Barbara go now?
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She also knew that there was one former dragoon of her father's company who was missing part of an arm not because it had been cut off entirely, but because a wound had become gangrenous and the healers had been forced to cut it off. Not events Barbara witnessed for herself, but she knew about it, enough to be afraid when that cut on her own arm turned.
So infection inside the head, that would be bad. If that happened, what would you do? You couldn't cut that off.
DOWN THE HATCH IT IS.]
gleck. [dragoons don't complain about petty things, but they do pull faces at disgusting medicine.] Barbara go now?