Gidge spent the whole day talking. She wanted to know if we were okay. She wanted to know what happened. She wanted to know who cured her and of what. And she wanted to know how to wear her hair now that it's brown, a color she apparently always wanted it to be.
She and Laudren are still talking about that last part. I never took Laudren for the sort of person who actually knew anything about girly stuff. I've never seen her do anything for her own appearance. For that matter, when did Gidge care?
It's really funny to think about, I mean the one has bits of dried herb in her hair and her skin is worn through on parts of her fore head and the other seems to wear grease as blush; and yet here they are talking about how to wear their hair and what colors they look best in.
Actually, it's kind of nice. We might have a lot of women in the group but we don't have many girls. If that makes any sense. I mean, even the female healers tend to be kind of tough after Northrend. But the two of them just seem to have forgotten it all and gotten out their makeup kits.
And yesterday I was worried she might be trying to kill us all. Either she's a mad genius or her work is the creepiest thing this side of the Maelstrom. It might be both.
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