Welcome to Gaia! ::

Blue Tent

"Ah, shifting... I would ask Nurse Cricket about that, to be honest. Mi dispiace, but I do not have a great deal of experience treating shifters," Malodore told LW with an apologetic bob of its head. "She would know for sure. As for the time, it will not take long."

Even as it spoke, it had begun to stitch the numbed flesh. The wound was not so bad, especially not compared to sewing up a patchwork from nearly scratch, but it had to work carefully and neatly. Non-undead tended to be more finicky about scarring than its undead brethren, after all.

Still, it was done before too long, tying off the last knot and sitting back. "There we are," it said, carefully dabbing some salve over the wound to encourage healing. "Take some of this medicine with you and take it for the next few days, and keep the wound clean to avoid infection. And..." It dipped its head closer to LW's. "See if you can get Jove to at least eat a spookie from the Green Tent. Mi dispiace, but I must begin work on another... but please, feel free to ask questions if you have any."




That said, it turned in response to Night's call, walking over to the cot where a demoness lay. "Buon giorno - can you tell me of your injuries, please? Here, take some of this as well," it added, pouring out some more medicine for her.

Blue Tent

Malodore leaned over the demoness' feet, frowning inwardly; of course, its mask gave no indication of the emotion. "I see, I see... hm." How had she managed to get this far? The plague doctor did not have soft, fleshy feet and right now it was grateful for that little fact. "I can tend to this, though if I find the damage is too great I will call Nurse Cricket over," it said, straightening. "Either way, in the end you will be fine, so please, do not worry."

The plague doctor fetched a small tray and put it on the edge of the cot, then got both water and the painkilling salve. "This will hurt to begin with, I am afraid - I must wash off the blood and grit," it said apologetically. "Then I can apply a numbing cream and take care of the glass."

Slowly, it began pouring water over her feet.

Simone: Blue Tent

The demoness smiled up to Night. "Thank you, Kitten," she drew out in a tone only just over being a whisper. The shirt was appreciated. She didn't know where he had gotten it from, but it would do until he got her back to her dorm after she got fixed up.

Shifting her attention to the plague doctor, she nodded. "Okay. I won't. I know you'll do your best for me." Simone sighed when Malodore stepped away to get some things. Blinking up at it at its statement when it returned, her brows furrowed slightly, but she nodded. "Understood." She took a slow, deep breath to steel herself for whatever pain may come up. Lust squeezed the ghost's hand back as the water was poured over her feet. This part didn't hurt, but the part that would was sure to follow soon. Laying her head down on the arm that was folded under head head, she looked up silently at Night. He was so worried for her. Such a good boilfriend. She snuggled his hand closer to her chin.

"Malodore, do you think it'd be okay if I walk out of here or is it too early to tell?" She didn't want to be putting stress on stitches or whatever would be required for her feet. Hell, she had never even really had any sort of injury that required much in the way of medical help before. Under the blood and grit, it was hard to tell how bad her feet were, but she did know that it hurt to walk now.

Nightengale XIII: Blue Tent

Night nodded at the Plague doctor again and held her hand before smiling. "Simone, Simoneeeeeee. When we get back, Can I have a huge bowl of milk too? I'll share with you, it really help to make sleep come easier." The cat's tail flicked behind him. He was...very worried. And being worried, He wanted to ease her worrying instead and continued to hold her hand.

"Well if you can't walk back, I'll piggyback you. Hopefully I won't turn into a cat on the way there yeah? Then I'll be too small to carry you." Night snickered again and sighed. Her hand had jerked only slightly with the water being poured and had Night's head whipping around to look at the balls of her feet. He watched the blood slowly drain off and cleanse the area. The shards slightly sparkled in the light, deeply embedded in her soles. Baby...

His head leaned down to place a kiss on her forehead.

"Such interesting injuries we have don't we baby? Thank you again for helping Maladore." he joked again.

Blue Tent

'Va bene," Malodore said, nodding, then moving to kneel on the floor near her feet. It produced a set of formidable-looking tweezers out of one sleeve. "I suggest you two talk among yourselves, and ignore what I am doing," it said, wryly.

Then it grasped the first bits of glass with the tweezers and began to work the shards out of her flesh, one by one.

Nightengale XIII: Blue tent

Night felt the hand immediately squeeze on his borrowed clothing and he reached down to take it in his, kissing her knuckles to distract her. "There there Simone. Once all the glass is out, It'll be much better." He was oddly calm and yet on the inside, his stomach churned as he watched Maladore pull the pieces from her soles. They we're covered in blood and grit and yet....The shined in the tent's lighting. In a way of symbolize, the sheer fragility of the of the glass and the beauty of it being red stained distracted him from what he really needed to do, which was DISTRACT Simone.

Looking down he snorted at her. "Your nervous? I'm the one watching it and I get to see all the gory details." He waggled his eyebrows at her, "Like Maladore just pulled out a piece of glass oddly shaped like a candy corn cat. What, that's odd." Night pretended to see a piece of glass like a cat, his tail and ears standing on end as in mock jealously. "Even glass cats are all about getting up in you." Night mocked hiss to and then smiled,"Just kidding. There too small for me to actually make shapes out of them." He nodded. "We'll have to get you a comfortable pair of shoes though for after this, instead of heels." He peered down at her with one eye, "No heels for a week young miss!"

Nightengale XIII: Blue tent

The process was slow and intricate. Night kept stealing glances at Maladore to see if somehow, the Plague doctor had magically removed all of the pieces but, alas, there we're a god few and it wasn't as if Maladore could just rip them out, no they had to be shimmied out so that nothing else damaged her feet.

Sighing again, he rested his hip on the bed, his tail curling up and over to rest on Simone's leg. Oddly enough, though he was use to Simone, he couldn't help to be awkwardly aware that his ghoulfriend was completely naked. He didn't know if this was really a good thing or a bad thing. It did something funny to his system, but it was overwhelmed with worry for her well being.

His thoughts were interuppted when she called him weird, causing his ears to perk up. "Weird you say?" Night crinkled his nose at her, "This is true, I'll take your compliment." He nodded before smiling, she was so cute...cuddling him and all. "Well then I guess you'll be wearing slippers? Are they the big fluffy bunny ones?" He joked again, "Ballet flats wouldn't help either." He crinkled his nose again, ears laying back before shrugging. "So okay, I'll carry you back to the dorm and then maybe we'll go to the maul and I'll carry you around there! it'll be like....Good excersise for me or something." He smiled again, "Pretty soon, I won't be a little weak Kitten! I'll be a strong cat." he seemed pumped up by this thought before relaxing again. "Plus if we go to the maul, we can go clothes shopping. Your dress got ruined didn't it?" He looked sadly at the tattered remains of it. Why did he always have the urge to right what was wrong for her? He looked again at Maladore, the doctor was completely focused.