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"Hrghk!"

Yellowed eyes stared down, even as he found himself trying to half step backwards all of a sudden. He was caught off guard, and the breath in his throat was forced to escape. "Wh--What?!"

Still shocked overall, Vahn watched dumbfounded as the guy pulled away and then hauled a** out of there.

"H-HEY!"

Forgetting everything else, Vahn pushed forward, not ready to let them escape.

Lucind could tell Owle knew something about Vahn's current dilemma, just not how much. "Truth to be told, it's giving cause for concern to see him like this..."

A few minutes later they approached the backside of Feimurgan. The Half-Siren parked at a carport which extended right from the building and left the hummer to directly hurry along a small path leading left around the house, whereas Larhien got off the bike and went over to Owle, opening both back doors.

"Can you please help me getting him out?^^ Then I can carry him in."

Lifting the other man up on his arms once more, Larhien lead Owle along the same path Lucind had taken and they came into a small garden, filled with all kind of flowers and tiny bushes and a pond. The male Half-Siren headed towards a short flight of steps to get into the building's cellar. Left to the door was a spiral staircase which wound itself up through all floors, but Larhien walked straight through the corridor, passing the restaurant's main kitchen and bringing Vahn into a room opposite of the backdoor.

The walls ahead and left of the room's door were lined with shelves, their contents yet hidden by dark blue curtains. A wooden table was pushed into the right angle the shelves built. It probably stood right in the middle of the room the rest of the time but now it had to make room for a campbed: leaving a metre of free space between it and the shelve opposite of the door, its head met the right wall.
Larhien carefully lied Vahn down, resting his head on a small pillow, then left the room to probably take care off the hummer he didn't lock.

The room was bathed in a yellow semi-darkness. A few rays of sunlight and fresh air came in through two tiny high windows on the right wall, half hidden by blends. On the table stood an electrical lamp, around two feet high: it was a copper coloured frame, rectangular at the base but in the mid it started to twist around itself a few grades as if the metal had started to melt under extreme heat; the frame was covered with thin, red-brown leather which glowed with the power of the bulb inside.

Around this strange fashioned lamp Owle would find a few more phials like the one Lucind had shown in the plains; two small bottles made of clay and and a handy pot which seemed to be made of mother-of-pearl; two wooden bowls, one filled with what seemed to be a mixture of spices, the other with a milky liquid - if Owle was to sniff on those things she would find the spices smelling of the sea and some sweet herbs, whereas the liquid's scent reminded of lemongrass and something like peppermint.

In the right corner of the room, there was a large, comfortable looking armchair. However, what maybe was to be noticed first while entering was a pulsating heat coming from left of the door: a three legged, waist hight basin stood there, filled with glowing coal, spreading an intense warmth throughout the room.

Kara came in and friendly greeted Owle, placing a plastic bowl with warm water on a stool next to the folding bed, then asked if the woman wanted to have a snack or needed something else.
A moment later Lucind followed, barefooted, carrying the stack of towels. The blood stained top had been exchanged for a strapless bustier, which just looked like a piece of beige cloth tightly wrapped around her chest.

The Half-Siren left the towels one of the seating cushions lying on both sides of the bed.
"Could you help wash him, that is, clean his wounds? They've stopped bleeding but maybe even him can get an infection..."




((gonna give you a lill sketch of the room later))

((Sorry I'm so lazy at the moment ._. Will be better after my last exam next Wednesday. - Hah, and I only realized later on that the word 'bustier' doesnt work in English XD;; Its a very plain wrapping top without straps.))




"Okay," Kara nodded, "I'll get you something."

Lucind walked around on the other side of the bed after wetting one of the towels and knelt down. First however, she used a pair of scissors she'd also brought down to get Vahn out of his shirt, then carefully dabbed the damp cloth over his torso to remove sweat and blood.

When the Half-Siren reached over for a second towel, Kara came back with a large tray she put on the table for a moment. The dark skinned woman grabbed a box from behind the coal basin, placed it next to the armchair and the tray right on top so that Owle would have an easy access to the food: there was tea and juice, a slice of bread and a croissant, three pancakes, jam, cheese, butter, stirred egg and two muffins. "I don't know what you like most, so I just arranged a few things. Let me know when you wish for something else."

"Take a break, the rest will be quickly done here." Lucind smiled and took on of the bottles from the table, removed the cork and gave a bit of the liquid content on the fresh cloth to attend the sword slash and a few minor wounds with it. If Vahn had been awake, he would've felt a slight stinging where the disinfectant got under the skin.
"Lucind? Here..." Kara passed over a small case in which the Half-Siren found medical tape - stitching the large cut fortunately wasn't necessary and Lucind felt some relief to see some of the man's powers were still intact - and gauze to cover the wound.

Then Lucind stood up and took the bowl with that milky liquid and a spoon she'd taken from the tray. Walking over to the basin, she glanced at Owle. "By the way, the chair also works as a recliner. Maybe you wanna nap a bit..." For a moment the woman wondered what Owle would've said if she'd got to know the tall pale man she'd seen in the plains sat in this armchair some months ago.

There was a fierce hissing when Lucind spread several spoons of the liquid on the coals and soon wisps of fog wafted through the room, filling it with a refreshing scent.

"However, I'm gonna use more....well, guess you'd call it 'drugs'." She leaned against the table, loosely crossing her arms in front of her chest. "Also some vocal techniques. Since the sleeping drug worked on him better than expected I'd like to try to speed up healing and the restoration of his physical strength by leading his mind into a 'standy by' mode...to send him into trance, so to speak.

It's a minor manipulation, don't worry. And I suppose you're resistant to such things if you want to. Still, I've met people who felt sick of the herbs and plants, so....I leave it up to you if you want to stay."

Once again, the Half-Siren checked Vahn's pupils. "But...maybe you can also help me - in case I unintentionally stir something in his head..."

Lucind's facial expression softened while Owle spoke. The Half-Siren had taken the tiny pot made of mother-of-pearl and removed a leather strap to open its lid: a light yellow cream was in it, with the consistency of petroleum jelly and an heavy, sweet-spicy scent. Walking over to the low bed again, she applied a bit of this paste under Vahn's nose with her thumb, the rest to his temples: it had a mild relaxing effect and could also be used against a headache or to ease infects of the respiratory tract.

"I want to help him, too - even if my methods appear to be a bit rough."

So the other woman knew, Vahn had told her something deep in his soul had started leading its own life.

"And I ask you to stay. Since you're concerned for his wellfare, I'm sure you can use your power in the right way. Should I really nudge something with my rather harmless melody...you see, I've got no idea what exactly I might find, how strong it is - so maybe I'm going to need you to cut the connection, in case it tries to hold on to me. Well...," she put back the handy pot,"most important is the protection of his mind, and soul, of course.."

With the bowl of chopped herbs in her hands, Lucind strolled over to the coals. That she wore this beige wrapping top, which left shoulders and stomach bare, wasn't only because the other one got dirty, but also because Sirens reacted sensitive to heat. The temperatures in the room were far from making her feel uneasy, yet her body tried to adjust, thus light clothing came in handy.

It crackled faintly when Lucind threw a couple of pinches of the herbs on the coals - and soon their fumes spread through the room, reaching Vahn. It had a similar effect like the paste, working like a very mild sedative.
The woman then waited to see if Owle would get along with it or if she would start feeling sick.

"...if it's getting too much, you can use the ior deli...that liquid there," she nodded towards the second bowl. "A spoon full is enough to reduce the herb's effect a little."

She knelt down on a cushion, so that the bed was now between her and Owle. Brushing the loose ends of her shawl back over her shoulder, the Half-Siren simply looked down at Vahn for a while with slightly narrowed eyes.
Lucind didn't expect something to happen, since she wouldn't go beyond the first mental layer to induce the trance, which should give Vahn's body the chance to concentrate on healing faster by focussing its energy on the damaged areas.

And if something happens...that'd only mean you're in bigger trouble than I thought...than you maybe want to admit, she thought and was reminded of her exorcist-comment back at Yaits hospital.

But it was also tempting...

Lucind touched his forhead with her fingertips and started mumuring some Siren mantra.
Usually, her people didn't help out of sympathy: >>You can't only help the souls of the ones you like - your oath is to help every soul, making no difference between 'good' and 'bad' people.<<
Maybe it was like living a paradox: dealing with emotions, the depths of soul and still keeping that wall erect between yourself and your...'clients'.

Additionally, Sirens were known for their interest in solving tricky mental problems: examining twisted souls, schizophrenic disorders, magical inflicts - almost like a scientists passion: What will be the riddles solution?

Lucind closed her eyes. Spoken words melted to tones, forming a flowing melody, similar to the one she had sung for Vahn when he had panicked at the hospital. Those who listened to the melody, but weren't familiar with the Siren language, would only feel like floating on water - and then sinking down, deeper...and deeper...like following and endless spiral - to a place void of dreams or any other mental images. Just: silence.

And while she was singing, her fingers wandered down, resting on Vahn's eyes for a moment, brushing over his lips, seemingly leaving invisible patterns, until her hand stopped on the man's chest, from where it would make its way back upwards.





((@Owle: Dun have the time now to look for a proper song, but here are two links so that you know how I imagine the Sirens singing style to be:
http://www.gaiaonline.com/profile/index.php?view=profile.ShowProfile&item=3807533
http://www.gaiaonline.com/profile/index.php?view=profile.ShowProfile&item=2043137 -> gotta wait a bit here, first theres an instrumental part))

((Guess I now need a reaction from Ed, to see if Vahn simply sleeps like a baby or anything serious happens^^

And I love that beach-ocean image.))