Then she disappeared into the kitchen. The kettle went on, her soaked clothes came off, and she slipped into dry ones from her bedroom. She returned with a soft bundle and offered it to the woman. “These should fit,” she said gently. “Come, I’ll help you change.”
When they returned, Maya carefully bandaged the woman’s arm using gauze and strips from her first aid kit. It wasn’t perfect, but it was clean and firm. She poured two mugs of hot tea and handed one over, the rising steam finally warming the corners of the room.