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From what Lina could see the long, deep cuts that crisscrossed the fallen one's back where the worst. In spite of herself she smiled and a light giggle escaped her as she examined the wounds. Lina could tell the other was in pain, and that she didn't admire as Cerise shuddered. She reached into her bag and pulled out gauze, water and alcohol. Pulling the twisting the lid off the bottle of water she was about to rinse the injuries when heard the ragged whisper inquire who. She tilted her haied and smiled. "Lina." She said with a rather happy note given the situation. Then she proceeded to clean the blood away from the worst wounds with the water and gauze.

As Lina cleaned the blood away the severity of the wounds became clearer. They were deep and still bleeding slowly through the blood that was clotting over the injuries. Really the only thing that seemed good was the cuts were clean, not rough or torn. She tried to be more gentle, feeling Cerise's body tense as she worked. She was inexperienced, but really wished to help. She looked away from the wounds as the other spoke. "The cuts are deep, but clean." She said, voice almost sing song like she admired them as a work of art. Which was true at some level.. She reached into her bag again and pulled out a small injection needle. She shifted and gripped Cerise's arm, looking for the right vein. "This should help with the pain." She said in the same sing-song way as before, as she pricked the needle into the crook of Cerise's elbow.

Lina nodded at the single word explanation, not that Cerise could see it. As the drug began to take hold Lina began to hum a tune happily as she riffled through her bag some more before turning her bright eyes back to the wounds. She worked carefully, just in case the drug hadn't taken full effect yet, to clean the cuts with alcohol then medicine before beginning to bandage them. As she worked she responded. "No problem, its what my lord would want." She beamed happily and continued to hum. The least she could do for her lord was to help the warriors back to their feet, since she wasn't a good fighter.

Lina stopped her humming as the fallen warrior spoke in broken words, laden with shame. The strange, but odd black skinned pockettu smiled and declared. "I'm sure it was a glorious battle. Pretty metal clashing and cleaving flesh with dazzling razor edges." Her voice bright and bubbly just thinking about how the fight must have been. Though she was merely trying to cheer Cerise up, it didn't even occur to her that others didn't necessarily like the things she did.
She moved on from the back and cleaned and dressed several other of the worse wounds before leaning back and beginning to put her things away. She had done what she could here amid the ongoing battles. Rising to her feet, covered in blood now, held a black hand out to Cerise to aide her in standing to return to the camp and rest.