The Least Common Denominator

XX.III Body Mass Index

"You've certainly improved."

After finding Lace in the middle of making what seemed to look like a crude imitation of a lock-stitch suture, I had to hand it to the older woman to how fast she managed to pick up on the technique. Not that it wasn't anything fancy, but using what looked to be a wooden splinter as a makeshift needle was both an amazing, and cringe-worthy achievement. Then again, any kind of suture would've been okay so long as they held together and closed the wound in a satisfactory manner.

But still, the part where she used a small splinter as a needle instead of something harder like a chipped-off piece of metal like I did earlier was pretty suspect, to say the least. Suffice to say, I was both amazed and horrified by what she was doing.

"L-Leader!" the older woman yelped just as she was finishing up her stitching job. It would see