Surviving The Beast World With My 'Sassy' System-Chapter 32: Fair And Dignified System

"Wait," Ressha said, already lowering herself into a half-crouch. "Let me check the area first. There might be a snake, or a burrow-beast, or something else hiding under the leaves. I don’t want anything biting you."

Lavayla paused, touched by the seriousness with which Ressha approached the issue of her safety, and nodded her consent. Ressha immediately went to work, sweeping aside leaves, pressing down sections of grass with the flat of her palm, checking for holes or disturbances in the soil. She even sniffed the air once or twice—an instinctual habit she probably wasn’t even aware of.

Only when she was satisfied that the ground held no hidden threat did she straighten, brushing her palms lightly against her thighs. "It’s safe now. You can... you know." She gestured vaguely, then stepped back several paces, turning her back respectfully toward the trees.

Lavayla glanced around, cheeks warming. ’Nessa, check for any wandering eyes,’ she murmured internally.

’Scanning~ All clear, host. Proceed with dignity and speed~’ the system chirped.

Lavayla resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Then, taking a quiet breath, she crouched and let her body relax. She had done all sorts of survival tasks since arriving in this world, but somehow peeing in a forest while a beastwoman guarded her back felt like a new level of surreal.

When she finished, she discreetly summoned a half-used gallon of water from her space. The plastic container materialized in her hand. She poured some into the collapsible bowl she had purchased earlier, and cleaned herself thoroughly.

Then she unscrewed a travel-sized bottle of mouthwash, swished it around in her mouth until her eyes prickled, and spat it into the underbrush, careful to make sure the sound didn’t carry to Ressha. She rinsed her face and hands, wiped them dry with a small towel she bought, then tucked everything neatly back into her space vault.

Only when she felt completely reset—and only a little mortified—did she straighten up again. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

Ressha immediately turned around, and her eyes softened with relief when she saw Lavayla unharmed. "Are you done?"

Lavayla nodded, offering a grateful smile. "Thank you for waiting."

"It’s nothing," Ressha said, waving off the words but wearing a pleased expression anyway. "Come, let’s go back before the meat burns. And before Garrick eats all the parts you humans might like."

As they walked, Lavayla became increasingly aware of the tugging discomfort beneath the wrap around her shoulder. The bandage, though expertly tied, felt heavy and oddly swollen, the herbs beneath it stiffening the fabric and limiting her range of motion. Each downward step of her stride made the poultice shift against her skin, and although the pain that had once radiated through her arm was now conspicuously absent, the dried herbs were beginning to irritate her.

By the time they passed a cluster of ancient trees whose roots knuckled up from the ground like sleeping beasts, the thought of changing the wrap fully crystallized in her mind. Honestly, the herbs had done their job, maybe too well, and now the wrap was nothing more than a bulky, itchy prison strapped across her shoulder.

She glanced sideways at Ressha, who was walking with a relaxed but alert gait, hands swinging loosely at her sides. "Ressha," Lavayla began, gently clearing her throat to catch the woman’s attention, "my bandage... I think I should change it. The herbs are making the whole area stiff, and I’m pretty sure the wound is healing already."

Ressha blinked at her in surprise, then frowned with mild concern. "We should have checked it earlier," she murmured, already stepping closer to assist. "If it feels stiff, the herbs might have dried too much. I can help you reapply fresh ones—"

"No," Lavayla said softly but firmly, lifting her good hand in a small, polite gesture to stop her. "I don’t think I need more herbs. Truly. There’s no pain anymore, and I can feel that the skin has started tightening." She hesitated, searching for a phrasing that would make sense without revealing too much about herself. "Your herbs healed me. I just need a clean bandage."

Ressha looked like she very much wanted to argue—her brows drawn together, lips parting with the beginnings of protest—but the sincerity in Lavayla’s gaze made her falter. After a moment, she let out a short sigh of acceptance.

"If you’re certain..." she said quietly.

"I am," Lavayla assured her with a warm smile. "You’ve already done more than enough for me. I can rewrap it myself."

Ressha stiffened at the word enough, as though unfamiliar with being told she’d gone above and beyond, then nodded once and stepped back to resume her quiet watch over their surroundings. "Very well. I’ll stand guard and make sure nothing approaches."

Lavayla dipped her head gratefully, then turned away toward a patch of thicker greenery where the light filtered through in muted streaks. As soon as Ressha looked outward, Lavayla whispered internally, ’Nessa, I need a roll of bandage—same kind as the one they used. Preferably without the forest-herb compress’.

Nessa chimed in with her usual sparkly cheer. ’Of course, host! Authentic beastworld medicinal-grade bandage roll—only 500 points! A bargain, really. Are you sure you don’t want the complete high-end customized first aid kit? Made with world-class materials, waterproof, temperature-regulating, shock-absorb—’

’How much?’ Lavayla asked warily.

’Only 5000 points! And it comes with—’

’Can I get a 30% discount?’

Nessa went instantly indignant. ’Host! That promotion ended ages ago! The system is a fair and dignified entity—we do not break sale schedules!’

Lavayla sighed and muttered internally, ’Fine. Buy it.’

A triumphant chime rang through her mind. ’Done~!’

With that begrudging purchase settled, Lavayla reached beneath her shirt collar and found the knot of the shoulder wrap. She tugged carefully, unwinding the layers of bandage, feeling the stiffened herbs crack and crumble slightly as they loosened. When she peeled the final layer away and let the bundle drop to the forest floor, she finally saw the wound beneath.

Her breath hitched.

The deep gash was no longer an open wound. The edges had pulled tightly together, already sealed over with a thin, dry scab, the surrounding skin faintly pink but undeniably healing at a pace that defied logic.

For a moment she simply stared, stunned by how quickly her body had repaired itself. But she didn’t linger long—instinct tugged her back to movement. She summoned the newly purchased first aid kit materialized in her hands—a compact, dark case reinforced with a strange leathery material. When she unlatched it, the interior unfolded, everything arranged with precise care: sterile cloth pads, crystal-clear water ampoules, self-disinfecting wipes, rolls of flexible bandaging, tiny packets of healing salve, and even a small collapsible tray for mixing liquids if needed.

She reached into the first aid case and activated the small cleansing vial. It released a warm, sterile mist when pressed, designed specifically to soften old poultice residue and disinfect without disturbing fragile healing tissue. She angled her shoulder slightly and let the mist settle.

Once the herbs loosened and dissolved, she used one of the soft, self-warming wipes to clean away every trace of green from her arm.

When the area felt clean, she reached for a sterile gauze pad and pressed it lightly to her shoulder. Then she selected the flexible roll of bandage from the kit, identical in texture and thickness to the previous wrap but cleaner and smoother. She wrapped her arm slowly, securing the cloth snugly but not tightly, adjusting it until the joint felt supported without restriction.

"Alright," she murmured under her breath, after the final knot was tied. "That’s better."

Behind her, Ressha turned slightly, sensing the shift in her posture. "Are you finished?"

Lavayla nodded, stepping back toward her. "All done. And feeling much lighter, thank you."

Ressha gave her an assessing scan from head to toe, then nodded approvingly. "Good. Let’s return quickly before the others come looking for us."

Lavayla let out a soft laugh and followed her, the morning light warming her shoulders through the canopy. As they made their way back toward the hollow, the distant sounds of voices, crackling fire, and a babbling baby grew clearer.