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Cath Delaney (dian_cecht) wrote in inpoormerit,

Cathair had nicked some aspirin from the druggist for that reason. He would be checking the grocer later for decent beer and whiskey as well. It was going to be a long, trying time, not something to be faced without the proper constitution.

He was set on doing as little to upset Drina as possible without letting on he was doing it because that would upset her and she'd have a bigger fit. Which in addition to the heat, humidity and stress, she and her baby didn't need.

The correct word was 'salam' and the only reason Cathair knew that was from reading One Thousand and One Arabian Nights. Which once again was neither here nor there. He'd also seen that version of TNG and been rather amused by the whole 'foot washing' bit. But in the end, it didn't really matter, as he doubted that was the plan here.

He looked back at the boy when he replied. No the 23rd psalm wasn't a prayer per se, but he'd used it like one. Most of the Scots he knew were Presbyterians, although now that he thought about it, many Highlanders were Catholic. And really, religion divided the Scots nearly as much as the Irish.

"Good idea," he agreed about the branch. Luckily, there wasn't a lot of overgrowth, though not having to hack their way through would make picking their way back more difficult. He should have thought to bring the duct tape roll he'd used to make a handle on his slingshot to mark trees and what not. So he'd have to improvise.

After a few moments of digging in his pockets, he came up with nothing useful. The steak knives weren't large or sharp enough to cut tree bark and he'd nothing else to mark things with. With a long breath, he emptied his shirt pockets of the three knives and his reading glasses case and put them into his jeans pockets, then unbuttoned his brightly colored shirt.

He'd put on suncreme and it was too bloody hot for layers anyways. He might get eaten alive by mosquitoes, but that would be the least of their worries if they got lost in the forest after dark.

Using one of the knives to start, he started ripping it into long strips.