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 Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2014 1:40 pm
:: "Shhhh.. it's just me... Zariara...you know my Mama, Akor...." she'd press a finger to his lips, well, technically he would know her too, he'd been there as she and her brother and sister grew up.... getting down on her knees next to him, she'd turn to her medical bag taking out a potion and leaning over him to gently cradle his neck and head in her arm, while pressing the open bottle to his lips... "for the pain..." she'd murmur in her soft voice, so unlike her mother's brash commanding tone. ::
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Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2014 1:54 pm
"A...kor....." He was still trying to focus on the figure above him, pulling the whirling bits of comprehension from the painful maelstrom inside his head. Yes....Zariara.....Akor's little one..... Any other time he would have felt odd being tended to by someone so young, but at least that kept some of the other, more seasoned thoughts at bay; heartless as he was, he was no cradle robber, and besides that he would not dream of touching the protected of his Lord Antar. At least that b*****d Cursed hadn't hurt his voice; he could prowl another day once all this was done.
He felt the pressure of the bottle on his lips and he drank the contents gratefully, feeling the angry pain start to recede. He needed this; he needed to get back on his feet and show his Lord that he could do better!
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Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2014 3:42 pm
:: She'd give a soft giggle, "I said shhh.... and yes, she is my mother..." she'd lower him gently back on the ground, using a clean cloth and the potion itself to dab at his wound, the one by his eye, the other's on his arms... they were starting to slowly close and knit together as she worked and hummed softly to herself... her long multi-hued hair brushing against his cheeks as she'd ever so gently move her fingers over his scalp, feeling the bumps there from the fight...she went back into her bag and started to pull out some balm that she could apply to them and hopefully reduce the swelling...Though, that hand... she could see how twisted it was... knew it was broken... but, the more of him she healed... "We're going to have to get you back to the camp to get a good splint on your hand... I do have a small stick and some gauze that we can stabilize it with.." He was probably well enough to talk by now, she thought. ::
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Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2014 4:13 pm
Triellyn could feel his strength returning with every dab of balm and as the potion worked itself through his system faster than he could have ever hoped. Obeying the order to quiet, he instead tried to raise his head and even managed a small wiggle of the fingers from his broken hand, though not without a nasty pins-and-needles feeling. "Th-thank you." So much for keeping quiet, but he was definitely feeling better every moment. "I'll be back on....my feet soon....thanks to you."
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Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2014 4:25 pm
:: She'd give him a bright smile, her eyes twinkling as he'd move his fingers... "Don't you make it worse now! Broken bones take longer to mend..." as she'd promised, she stablized his hand and wrist with a stick and started to wind gauze about it... making a sling for it as well over his shoulder... Though the whole ordeal she was as gentle as she could possibly be.... not wanting to make the injury worse... she'd give a shake of her head, "You don't have to thank me, but you are welcome... You're defending my Grandfather and our home... it is the least that I can do Triellyn..." she'd start to look him over again, making sure she'd tended to all of his wounds... "is there anything else that hurts?" she'd ask, her face turning to look upon him in question. ::
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Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2014 7:06 pm
Triellyn did appreciate the gentle touch, though the reminder of his Lord caused a sting that he knew she would be unable to heal. He managed to sit up, cradling his sling hand to his chest. "Only my dignity remains sore, but I'll take care of that before too long. I'll find that cursed who attacked me and yank his tail out by the roots."
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Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2014 7:18 pm
:: She'd get to her feet, somehow knowing he wouldn't ask for help so she'd just grasp his good hand and pull him to his feet. Knowing that he was healed enough to make it back to camp... Shrugging her slender shoulders... "That's... sort of gross, but if it makes you happy, go for it..." she'd smile up at him... and tilt her head towards the camp, "First, you have to regain your strength and then you can do all the tail rending you want... the cursed aren't playing fair, so be careful Triellyn..." ::
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Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2014 7:44 pm
Hearing her words as he finished rising, Triellyn just shrugged, marveling at how painless the action was now. "He's a cursed, he'll probably grow a new one back like the lizard he is." He nodded, knowing full well that the cursed had struck first; he only hoped that the word to attack back would come from his Lord soon. Without it, he couldn't even seek out his foe yet. "You be careful as well; it would be just like them to fly at those healing as well." With a final nod of thanks, Triellyn turned and staggered off towards the camp.
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