[Probably is good enough for Ethlyn, and she nods to Ange's thought process.]
I've got a steady hand. [Years of experience carefully picking clothing from wounds and suturing them shut have given her that.
And so saying, Ethlyn carefully uses the tweezers to lift open the book cover. It looks like a to-do list--ordinary rounds of daily chores and errands to run, and she's disappointed, but the writing changes as she painstakingly turns the pages--even so, every so often one of them snaps under the tweezers and she winces. The writing is half-faded and half-deteriorated, but now it's filling the page top to bottom with talk of a mysterious illness.] Look at this--it's an account of a pestilence.
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I've got a steady hand. [Years of experience carefully picking clothing from wounds and suturing them shut have given her that.
And so saying, Ethlyn carefully uses the tweezers to lift open the book cover. It looks like a to-do list--ordinary rounds of daily chores and errands to run, and she's disappointed, but the writing changes as she painstakingly turns the pages--even so, every so often one of them snaps under the tweezers and she winces. The writing is half-faded and half-deteriorated, but now it's filling the page top to bottom with talk of a mysterious illness.] Look at this--it's an account of a pestilence.