When Country Meets Thedas

Meeting The Others

Reagan sat in her cabin while a young girl filled her bathtub for her. She had been kindly pushed away when she had tried to help. So far nothing made sense to her. How she'd gotten here and how she was ever going to get home were her biggest question and that was even if she could, but it didn't seem likely.

The soft click of the door closing pulled the young girl drug her from her thoughts and she peeled off the ill-fitting clothing and stepped into the steaming bath with a groan. She saw the plethora of bruises scattered around her arms and legs from their trek up the mountain, including a huge one on her shoulder where Solas had healed her. Looking at them all, it reminded her of all the bruises she'd gotten breaking her horse to the saddle. Grabbing the homemade soap from the small stool next to the tub, she built a thick lather before she began scrubbing herself vigorously.

Finished with her bathing, she toweled off quickly and grabbed the clothing that Leliana had given her, promising that it would fit better.

Reagan slipped on the butter soft, brown leather pants, tightening the laces, closing the pants together and rubbed her hands over them. She had never worn leather pants before, but she was starting to believe that she might like it. She looked at the bandage thingy that was supposed to be for wrapping her breasts and got completely confused.

"Do I just wrap this thing around them? How the hell does this work?" she grumbled.

"Maybe like an ace bandage?" she muttered aloud and started wrapping her chest. "Someone is going to have to explain this damn thing," she growled when she couldn't get it to stay on and threw it on the bed. "Screw it, the girls go free today," she said annoyed and pulled the thick, grey woolen tunic over her head.

Reagan had just pulled her boots on when there was a short, clipped knocking at the door. She opened it and found the Seeker staring back at her.

"Yes, you're a woman, you can explain that damn contraption to me," she said pulling the Seeker into her cabin, ignoring her surprised expression and shut the door.

Cassandra looked at her with shock, watching her walk back towards her bed and pick up the breast band and hold it out to her.

"How in the hell do you put this on?"

Cassandra burst into laughter with the confused look on Reagan's face and walked towards her taking the band from her.

"Well, with a lot of annoyance and frustration," Cassandra replied.

Reagan laughed, "I can believe that."

She listened as Cassandra explained that first, you lay the band over your neck. Taking the two strips, you crisscross the strips going over your chest, a strip covering one breast and then the other, not unlike a sling. Wrap it around the back and then you bring the strips back around over the breast. You do this twice, and then you tie the ends off and tuck them in between the folds.

Reagan started laughing when Cassandra was finished explaining.

"Well I never thought I would be slipping my breasts into a slingshot," she said chuckling.

Cassandra laughed with her and Reagan wrapped her chest and pulled the tunic back on.

"Thank you, I thought I was just going to have to let the girls out for the day."

Cassandra chuckled again and shook her head at how plainly the woman spoke.

"There are some people I would like you to meet if you have a moment."

Reagan nodded her head and grabbed the jacket Leliana had given her.

"Sure, I got time," she replied and followed Cassandra out of her cabin.