Kathryn knew that something was seriously wrong with the man, but her energies had been depleted that day, and she wasn't sure that his injuries weren't more complicated than she could heal that day. She was confident that the hospital, and the doctor she'd met earlier, would be able to help the man.
Before the man was moved to the sofa, a small child, seemingly made of wisps of smoke and ether. Kathryn watched in silence as Spirit spoke to the mysterious child. She had no idea what to make of the situation, but gradually she began to ponder the connection to the woman's name.
Kathryn knew there were elves, humans, fae, and many other creatures roaming the earth, she'd never considered spirit beings which might interact with ... well non-spirit beings.
Once the man was situated on the sofa Kathryn decided to call the doctor whom she'd met earlier.
She used the phone in the room to call the number on the doctor's business card. She did her best to explain the situation, and she explained that she felt the injuries might be soul-based. The doctor admitted that while the hospital would be woe-fully ill equipped to repair any damage done to the soul, they would be able to care for the physical form, and give the man a place to rest.
Kathryn needed rest. She agreed that the hospital would be the best place for the man until he awoke, or until she regained some energy, focus and strength. She explained to the other women,
"Unfortunately I can't help him as much as I would like to. He is a special kind, and I don't have the proper energy to help him. I have a friend at the hospital, who has offered a bed. They can care for him physically if nothing else. I wish I could be of more help. He doesn't have to go, but I fear I won't be of much use if he stays here."
She sighed as her lack of energy fell upon her heavily. Her admittance of exhaustion made her all the more tired. She offered to go down to the main bar and wait for the medics.
"If you'd rather he stay here, just call down to the bar. I will let the medic know."
Spirit seemed to know the man. Kathryn didn't want to push the notion of him going to hospital, but she did believe it would be the best place for him for the time.
Kathryn excused herself from the room and headed down the plushly carpeted stairs. She yawned deeply as she walked. It wasn't that late, but the young woman had used more of her reserves healing the wounded from a battle.
She ordered a coffee from the bar and carried the hot steaming cup clutched in both hands. She decided to wait outside the door to the inn to wait for the medics. The brisk air might keep her awake.