Anna awoke the next morning and realized that Mr. MacDonald had breakfast started. Then she realized her ears were not sore, but her hair was matted again, either from the salve or the drainage. She held her hands over her ears and pain did not streak through her head. She walked to the area they used for the latrine for nature was demanding. Then she washed her hands in the river. When the water settled, she lifted the braids to see if an image was reflected. There was none. Still it felt better and she walked back to the camp area.
“Thank you, Mr. MacDonald. The salve seems to be working. There is no pain this morning.” She did not dare trust her words to English.
“Would ye like me to verify that?”
“No, thank you, Mr. MacDonald, but I am grateful. Will this deplete your supply?”
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