You stumble off to get medical help from Amma-cha. As you limp towards the med tent, you slowly realize just how clearly you can see your muscles. Something about the way they move and shiver as you walk disturbs you deeply in a way that makes it impossible to stop looking at the clean-cut tendons.
Amma has several woven mats for patients. Usually this is sickness, but only one other goblin is in the sickbay right now, and he's sitting up and looking fairly healthy, if a little green. You guess he's getting over something, and spending a extra few days with the not-unattractive Amma.
Amma isn't there at the moment. You wonder what distracted her, but tiredness and bloodloss take over, and you drift into a fitful sleep...
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You awaken some few days later. Your mat has been cleaned, as well as your wound, and you've been dressed in soft clothes of woven mycellium, a fine and silky cloth which slides over your fingers like water. The cloth is stained with your blood, turning a deep ruddy brown. Still, you can walk, with a grimace and some willpower.
The cuts on your body seem to be healing well. The other goblin is gone, healthy and released, presumably. Amma is facing the other direction, conversing in low tones with the Champion and Ulla-sha. They don't seem to notice you're awake.