"Speaking of, I found disinfectant for your knees. And I'd feel better if we changed the bandages regularly."

"Ugh. Disinfecting stuff's really not fun... But, yeah, makes sense."

"It isn't, but an infection's going to be worse." (...That is probably the voice of experience talking.)

"Yeah, I know. I reserve the right to make faces, though."

"I'll teach you to swear in Russian."

"Oooh, sounds like a deal. And I can teach you some Telugu ones."

"You have yourself a deal there."

"And I think that's my cue to be somewhere else," Ant says cheerfully. "Any objection to me starting on the journals?"

"Not at all." Ant's been there for the weird dream stuff, too. Might - give em a sense, maybe.

(And saves Bina from having to read them.)

Ant snaps off a salute, and goes to do that.

"Let's get this over with then."

"Yeah. Let's."

Jenn fetches the supplies. "Bathroom?"

"Probably best, yeah." She'll head over to there, and luckily there's enough counter space in the master bathroom for someone small to sit.

"Brace yourself," Jenn warns as she gets the stuff ready.

She grimaces, but nods.

And Jenn sets to work, careful, but thorough.

It's not very pleasant, and she does make faces, but she doesn't complain.

Jenn starts listing off the most interesting curses she knows in a variety of languages - including, as promised, Russian.

She only knows a few in Telugu, but she can share those.

Jenn is delighted to know them! And also done!

"Thanks for the help."

Jenn finishes tying the bandage. "I'd say any time, but I'd rather we not have to repeat this."

"My knees might never forgive me," she says, half laughing.

Jenn laughs. "I'd say my shoulder wouldn't, but..."