She nearly didn't make it.
Another achievement to be proud of was the start of the medical classes in the Pack. Lately, I realized that the medics charged with aiding the injured more than often ended up being the ones in need of medical help. So I figured it was time to teach the pack family how to take care of minor injuries themselves.
Lesson one: Basic Booboos!
There was quite a turnout for the first lesson.
I explained the ins and outs of treating GSWs and knife slashes, as well as answered some questions the attendants had. Curiously Ayr was just as attentive as the other medic trainees. Not sure if he was into medicine or just wanted knowledge to boost his ability to protect the family, but I was glad to have him there.
A rare good couple of days.
Isn't it funny how before we used to avoid the den at times?
Now it puts us at ease for a while.
I prefer it that way. Not like things are better at home. I feel at times like I'm married to two different people - The kinder Adagio that sits down and talks to me as well as the other Adagio I still know little about. Over the course of this week I believe I met both.







