Editing Tranch warfare for a noble (section)

==Chapter 10: Journey begins==

Georgio wanted to ask more questions, but Krella had already started digging the rubble.

"I's sure 'twas 'round here... There! Now hold still Goorgie." Krella said while picking up a little wooden box.

"It's Georgio... Wait... How did you-"

"-Know yer name? Ol' lady told me. Back on Dusk, she showed me what yer looks like. She also told I needs to take care o' yer."

Krella took a knife, some sort of herbs, needle and some thread from the box. Before Georgio could protest, she had basically tackled him and turned him onto his stomach.

"These wounds needs 'ta be treated. Just keep still, and I'll fix yer."

The treatment was painful and involved having the last glass shards removed and having the herbs (after being crushed by Krella's teeth and mixed with her spit) stuffed into the open wounds. Georgio gritted his teeth and instinctively tried to get away from the burning pain, earning a slap and getting pulled back.

"Don'tcha even try an' escape! It cleans yer wounds. Man up, I be removing 'em now", she said and started to scoop the herb paste from the wounds.

"An' now the fun part. Try to bear it." She started sewing the holes up.

After about 15 minutes of agony, the treatment was over. Georgio felt like his whole back was just a big hole made by countless smaller ones. But he was grateful to be alive.

"Thank you for saving me... Krella, was it?" He now turned to have a better look on his saviour. She was slightly taller than him, and twice as muscular as he was, with light brown skin showing here and there from her worn outfit: Ragged bodyglove under a chainmail combat dress (separated vertically from the waist down to allow easier movement) and some kind of beast's hide used as additional protection for her chest area. 

The armor had holes that looked like something had torn through, with scars on the skin below proving this right. Her face bore no scars, luckily: It was surprisingly pretty for a feral worlder. Her eyes were green, although... For a moment Georgio thought there was some kind of pale glow around her lenses... But no. It had to be his imagination. Her black hair was tied to a short ponytail with some small animal's skull adorning it. As she smiled, he saw her teeth: She had clearly tried to keep them clean (as they weren't rotten) but they WERE dirty. Georgio felt slightly disgusted, but was thankful enough to consider lending her his grooming kit.

"'tis fine. No need to thank me. But yer not going to survive long, here. Not without help. Yer fingers brunt... No protection... We needs to get some clothes an' armor, weapon too. Rest now. I keep guard", she said.

"You were talking of some 'old lady', and that she wanted to meet me. Where might she be?", Georgio asked.

"Plahnut Dusk. If we in luck, one of 'em ships goes to fetch some troops for Guard."

"Another planet? What if I say no?"

"Ol' lady said it be important. An' Ol' lady tells that I has to drag yer if needs be."