Relieved from the weight pressed down on her leg, she stayed on her position and rotated her ankle left right, up and down, feeling if something had twisted out of place. Satisfied that there was nothing more than a slight discomfort on her foot, she sighed and gave a reassuring sort of snort to Odaeus that everything was fine.
Finally feeling the shock from the earlier event gone, she sat upright and threw half of herself onto the dead prey, patting gleefully at its soft sides. “Hoooooweeee Odaeus, you got a really really big one!” she smiled and continued patting on its belly, jiggling it around out of playfulness. “Wow it’s kinda fat too, you really got a good one, really plump yeah. It must’ve fed off a lot of nice grasses and such, bet this guy would taste really good!” she chirped. She stood up and walked around the carcass, plopping herself down again in front of the belly and taking out a curved knife, perfect for the job of butchering meat. “Let’s split this thing 50-50? I don’t think I can carry that much meat home so yeah, 50-50”.
She began skinning away the hide, making swift yet careful scores between the soft skin and the gelatinous mass of fat and tissues covering the muscles. “Odaeus could you hold this end of the hide for a moment please?” She paused, before continuing at her work. She pulled the hide aside and carved through the abdomen with ease, pulling the insides out while slicing away at its attachments. “Do you happen to eat some of the intestines? I’ll save some for you, I’ve heard some people don’t really like this stuff because of it being ‘icky’ and such but hey, use everything there is yeah?”.
After it was all cleaned out on the inside, she moved onto its torso, repeating the process earlier by skinning away at its chest. She had finally encountered a little trouble with the ribs, gritting her teeth and grating her knife through the bone. Her knife slipped through her blood-soaked hands a few times, which at one time almost flew completely out of her hand. She grumbled and finally stopped at her work, feeling exhausted. “Uhm, Odaeus, would you happen to be alright in a little bit of butchering?” she said, meekly handing her bloody knife at him. “Ummm… I don’t think I can do this… Alone… Big horse ahaha…” she laughed nervously.
Relief was plain to see all over Odaeus’ face. Out here in the desert, he would not have been confident in taking care of her had she sustained an awful injury.
Watching Viczar toss herself on the carcass, Odaeus couldn’t help grinning as if he was watching a child play. She was so pleased and excited - and even though it was over a dead animal - it was cute.
"50-50 sounds good."
Her skills in skinning the animal went in questioned. He didn’t think anything of it because he expected it of her. He helped out in holding back any parts she needed him to. He also thanked her for saving some guts for him, as he favoured them in a broth.
The first time the knife slipped from Viczar’s hand Odaeus didn’t make much of it, with blood slicked hands it has happened to him before too, but her trouble soon became concerning.
He wore a funny little lopsided grin while she spoke sheepishly.
"Hah, ‘course. Don’t worry ‘bout it." He accepted her knife, seeing as how he had yet to retrieve his own from the sand. "Though, to be honest, I didn’t think you’d be having any problems.. you sure you’re okay? You don’t, uh- well, I don’t remembering you being the kind of person who’d, y’know, tire out so quickly? S’not like you.. Tackling the horse should have been easy by yourself.."
Even though his concern for Viczar was evident in his voice, that did not stop Odaeus from skillfully separating the horse’s meat from it’s ribs. He had always been particularly skillful around bones.
She let out a somewhat agitated snort. “No? I’m okay. One hundred percent okay. I’m just…” she paused, and her eyes darted somewhere, thinking of what excuse to use. “A little… Bit…” she let out another snort “Different”.
She rubbed her hands together uncomfortably, still sticky and slick from the horse’s blood. Her eyes wandered over to Odaeus’s eyes, and she then began to panic over what to say. Her throat constricted as it felt like her heart went up and lodged itself inside. By this time she had realized that her lies were already too obvious to hide, and she might as well say it.
Reluctantly, she started stuttering and tried to tell him the truth. “O-o-okay maybe, I am not exactly normal. Different. I g-g-g-guess I’m unwelp. UNWELL! I meant unwell! What I meant to say is… I’m far from nor-nor-no-normal NO! Well okay uh… Well… See… Erm… For a few days, maybe… I’m not sure. It’s th-th-that, you know… That… Why… WHAT I MEAN IS…” she paused, sighed deeply and shyly lifted her shirt up to her chest, showing her stomach. “I’m sick”.