Torchbearer. Cliquetober #4.

...Stuffy, but not in the way that comes with not enough oxygen.

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The tent, several meters high, was stuffy, but not in the way that comes with not enough oxygen, but in the way that makes you feel calm because you breathing slows down a lot. Thick air envelops the tired body, wounded after the war with Dema, calming, stroking the sweating skin.

The smell of herbs simmering on the coals fills the entire space, they penetrate into the lungs, lightly biting from the inside, penetrating through and providing healing properties.

Torchbearer's palms are strong, heavy, and broad. Even though you're in a kind of trance, you feel his power and presence. The skin of his hands is rough, but they move with gentleness over your bare back, rubbing and massaging the herbs into it.

You were badly injured during the fight and were entitled to proper treatment.

His fingers tentatively press on the aching area of your back.