While Dag entertained Claire, Freydis carefully slipped the thread for the sutures inside the needle and nested one end of it, preparing everything necessary for sewing, including the pieces dag had torn just before, resting them next to the healer box.
*bom*bom*bom*
Unexpectedly, someone knocked at the door.
"This is not the time! Get out of here! Go away!" Dag yelled, venting the accumulated nervousness.
*bom*bom*bom*bom*
The hand that knocked on the door became even more insistent and Dag, impatient, left Claire's hand, gently resting it on the table and quickly walked to the door, ready to attack whoever was behind it.
*bom*bom*
As that hand continued to knock insistently, Dag opened the door, yelling: "What the fuck do you want... uh?"
His yelling broke down as soon as he saw the face of two plump women, in their fifties, with cloth handkerchiefs wrapped over their heads and gentle faces.
