Healing Trust

"I've been snaring rabbits and foraging since I left home... I'm ready for something different that I don't have to cook," There's a slight grin tugging at her lips, "Other than that, I'm not picky." She wasn't, either; much like Katara, she'd eat just about whatever was put in front of her.

Reaching down for her pack, Jurishe slung it up and over her shoulder, ready to depart. "I guess we head out into the evening air and see what we can find, if that works for you?" She figured that the answer would be 'yes', but it is polite to ask.

"I've never had one," Jurishe admits, right off the bat, giving a single laugh before continuing, "I didn't have any girl friends, growing up..." Allowing her voice to trail off into nothing, she looks a bit self-conscious - again; not that Katara would be able to see it.

Then, after a moment, she moves toward the door, pulling it wide open for Katara to walk through. Hesitantly, she ventures, "I'm glad to have made my first..?" The statement became a question with a slight, hopeful undertone.

Her smile softens, as does her gaze, at the question; her memories flooding back in a torrential rush. "Not really," was the answer, "I was friends with a boy, but that was it, really." She laughs, "When we were little, he let me 'make him over' once... Then swore that he'd never do it again."

Then, Jurishe gestures Katara through the door, "Let's go see what our noses can't find, yeah?" Once they're both outside, the door clicks lightly as it's pushed back into the frame, closed against the evening air. While she isn't familiar with the town, she knows that most have a market or city square, somewhere; so that's what she looks for.

As they were walking to the market, Jurishe had given Katara a slight nudge on the shoulder, "You're already really pretty, you know... If you washed your hair, I might be able to do it up for you, if you like? That's about all you'd need."

The closer they came to the market, the more she looked about, trying to pay attention to smells, like Katara does. It's difficult with so many people; she doesn't have heightened senses like her friend does. Finally, she points out a cart, "It looks like they're selling noodles, over there. It's on the other side of the center fountain."

"I'm up to any challenge," She tells Katara with laughing seriousness, "I think that it would be fun."

Then, as the approach the cart, she does murmur, "Careful on your left," to warn her friend about the lip of the fountain, so there would be no accidents. Once at the stand, she begins to smell the hot broth for the noodles; the aroma making her stomach growl even louder than before. "Beef bowl, ramen, udon..." She lists a few of the choices, "Sounds like ramen, for me. What about you?" Her gaze is drawn down to Katara.

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"alrighty... I'll wash up when we get back then." she chuckled sort of dorkily. it was almost cute in a way, really, especially from a girl who rarely actually laughed. "got it." her cane tapped the edge of the fountain as they walked, and she diverted her course accordingly. sniffing the air as Jurishe read her the menu, she decided on a beef bowl herself, already reaching into her purse for some coins to pay with.

Mood: Calm Condition: Better

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Doing the same, Jurishe places a few coins on the counter, ordering her dinner so that the stall's owner can get started on it. There are stools at the front, just beneath the counter. Reaching for two of them, she pulls them out, so that she and Katara can have a seat while they eat. "Here; take a seat," She offers with a smile, pushing the seat into place for her friend, near enough that she'd be able to feel for it with her cane or her hand.

Then, taking her own seat, she stretches her back out, lifting her arms up over her head as she does. Though it's heavy and awkward, Jurishe doesn't remove her pack; afraid that something could happen to it, in this unfamiliar city.

Swinging her legs gently beneath the counter, Jurishe waits for her food as well, brushing the loose locks of back back out of her face. "Other than traveling, what else do you like to do..?" She looks over at Katara, trying to make slightly more personal small-talk, now that they're friends, rather than just healer and patient.

Soon, their food arrived, being placed on the counter in front of them with a quick, "Enjoy." Reaching for the utensils, Jurishe starts to dig in, listening as Katara answers her question.

"I love music!" Jurishe stops eating long enough to speak again, smiling brightly, "I can't play, but I love to listen... and sometimes I like to dance to it. That's one thing I'd like to do; hear the musics of the Fire Nation, Earth Kingdom and Air Temples. Does that sound okay with you?" She returns to her bowl of noodles, trying to finish them before they get soggy and gross. She seems to really be enjoying herself there with Katara, despite the circumstances of their introduction.

Smiling at the nickname - even if it was just a shortening of her name - Jurishe tosses back her own bowl, drinking the remaining broth up in one go. "It was really good. I'm glad you enjoyed it, too." Then, to a previous topic, "I'd love to hear you play, sometime; the drums."

Finally, she slips out of her seat, standing up and repositioning her pack. "Alright... Are you ready to get out of here?" She asks with a smile, "If we're going to do your hair tonight, we should start soon. Do you need anything from the market, before we head out? I can get supplies tomorrow morning; I don't need anything immediately."

"I think we'll be fine," She thinks for a moment, "Nothing comes to mind. I already have things we can use; a brush, soap, some ties..." Jurishe ticks off her fingers as she mentions each item, "No, we'll be fine." Then, with a smile, "Let's head back."

The sun had fully set when they got back to Katara's room, necessitating the lighting of several small lanterns to brighten up the room for Jurishe to see. Pouring out the contents of her bag, she snags a half-used bar of soap and a brush, "Let's wash and brush it out, first; then it will be easier to work with. Do you want me to help?"

Looking into the washroom, Jurishe grabs a towel, handing it to her friend. "Here Katara," She presses it right into her hands, "Wrap this around your shoulders, under your hair." Then, mischievously, "I'm going to waterbend your hair clean, so you don't have to lean over the sink for twenty minutes." Maybe it's silly, but it's convenient!

Once the towel is in place, she bends water from the basin - half of it, this time - and brings it back to her hand, which held the soap. Moving the water around rhythmically over the bar of soap, Jurishe watches it work into a later, saturating the liquid with the cleaning agent. Then, carefully, she moves the water over to Katara, threading it through her hair several times, effectively scrubbing it clean.

"Doing okay?" She asks, bringing the water through her hair once or twice more.

When the water had blackened, Jurishe repeated the process with the remaining water; lathering it up before scrubbing at the tangled brunette mass of hair again. Finally, it's clean enough for her to stop. "Hang tight, I need to rinse it out, still," She tells Katara before moving to the window, opening it up. With a gesture, she bends another good amount of water from the river, bringing it inside.

Parting her hands, she places half into the water basin of the washroom, passing the other through Katara's soapy mane of hair. "Almost done," She tells the other teen, "Then we both take a stab at untangling." It took all of the river water to fully purge the soap suds from the long, thick hair, but it already gleamed, now that it was scrubbed clean.

Snatching the brush up from the floor, Jurishe offers an apologetic look, "This is going to be the hard part... It'll probably hurt." She hands Katara a comb, asking her to hold it for her, moving to start at the very bottom of the tangles.