<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/7/7d/Claire.jpg/265px-Claire.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Sophie DeLaurents</span></span><br/><strong>Occupation:</strong>Mascot<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Line infirmary<br/><strong>With:</strong>Mya<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Sophie gently stroked Mya's hand as the exhausted woman collapsed back on the bed.  She slid a hand under her head to lower her oh so gently down onto the narrow cot.  As Mya's eyes closed Sophie leaned over and kissed her on the forehead and then the lips.  She whispered softly.<em><strong>"Ah thank ya fer fix'n mah Uncle miss Mya."  <br/></strong></em><br/>After checking that Mya was breathing quietly Sophie gathered up a washcloth and dampened it with warm water.  She very gently cleaned up the blood and sweat from his body, especially around his wounds.  If her hands dipped down below his waist to clean him up thoroughly who could blame her, right?  Once Sue was cleaned and patted dry she took a clean cloth and wiped Mya's brow and then hands.  Continuing to work, Sophie slipped off Mya's bloody clothing, leaving her dressed only in her bra and panties under the slight sheet.