Za’Vira finally returned relieving the villager who’d given her a chance to take care of herself and… while her temper hadn’t cooled all that much, the healer in her was sorrowful for not being more help. She’d been a very good healer but it seemed like her expertise was insufficient to help those in her care and while Layla was seemingly recovering from her injuries slowly she had to wonder if there was something more going on that she hadn’t seen before. She’d sat down in the chair next to the bed, her eyes and hands checking the wounds as well as reapplying fresh treated bandages that included a ointment and herbal remedy she’d produced to help with the healing, but now that she looked closer, she could see that there was a subtle labored breathing that she hadn’t identified before, like she’d been still dealing with something she hadn’t caught, an infection she hadn’t anticipated, which only renewed her determination that she’d help her through it, she made sure Layla was resting before she went into the kitchen, at least what remained of it, and fixed herself a meal from what she had got from the market, the smell of fried fish and vegetables, she used some of the herbs she had making the food smell delightful and finally sat down to eat, her mind trying to go through what she knew of infections, and what could be used to help clear it up. There were plenty of medicinal herbs that she knew of that could help, a couple that would likely assist in recovery at the same time and once she was near finished pulled out everything she needed and started making a herbal drink that would allow for her to give Layla, it would taste terrible, so she made it palpable by including a bit of honey to make it easier to drink and include the properties that honey contained to the drink before she poured a small amount of the fluid into a cup and went back into the room, waking her long enough to give her the medicinal drink before she returned to sleep, and then simply settled in to keep watch over Layla, humming a gentle melodic tune to occupy her mind.
As Za’Vira hummed the tune her mind did little to stop her from dwelling on the problem, and that was when she looked at Layla and it donned to her that she hadn’t been using everything that a healer of her kin had. She shifted slightly her ears, her eyes closed. Za’Vira calmed her own tempest the purr that started to come, a deep, melodic purr that could be felt more than heard. Her ears listening to the wind told her of what she had to do as she continued to listen her ears picking up the gentle hum, the song of the soul, of the body, pain that could be heard coming from Layla.
Her eyes shot open and she moved her hands to the Layla the purr never wavering as Za’Vira spoke in a melodic tone the purr giving a gentle bass tune her hands resting on Layla’s Chest and stomach. Za’Vira sang the Healer’s Verse, a song that at the time she didn’t fully grasp the meaning, or the potential strength that came form it, having been taught to be a healer by the eldest healer in her village.
“Hush now, listen close with me,
To the body’s troubled sea.
A Note is sharp, a string is frayed,
A rhythm stumbles, and is stayed.
I place my hand, i lend my ear,
Two find the seed of pain and fear.”
Za’vira’s hands started glowing gently, the rhythm of her voice could be felt, Layla’s pain a guide to that which caused it to begin with, the disturbances within her form clear now that she was finally hearing it.
“Let the wind that combs the grass,
Through this weary vessel pass.
Let it sweep the fever clean,
Make the spirit fresh and keen.
Let the quiet of the stone,
Settle deep within the bone.”
Za’Vira hands started glowing with a fierceness that penetrated deep into Layla’s form reaching deep, the poison and injuries past seen, the disruption of the body’s calmness clear to Za’Vira, and her words and actions focused on what was wrong.
“Like a Weaver’s patient hand,
Mending Silk, one single strand.
So i hum the body whole,
And restore the living soul.
From the fracture, to the mend,
Let the broken notes ascend.”
A powerful glow from Za’Vira bringing Layla’s form back into balance, the strength of the words taking root as what was wrong was brought back into a state of gentle calm. Her hands glowed with an intensity for a moment that quickly dimmed as she continued.
“Now the blood begins to sing,
A steady, quiet, flowing thing.
The breath, a soft and even beat,
The body’s music, full, complete.
Go now, walk on steady feet,
Your verse once more, in tune and sweet.”
Za’Vira’s hands ceased glowing and even now through the tune of the body, she could tell that things were complete, whatever had ailed Layla before the process had started was no more, the body having fought the poison and healed whatever injuries were still healing or hadn’t healed at all. Za’Vira didn’t fully grasp what she had done, to be a healer was something of a blessing within her kin, those who could were seen as guides, those who could help the body do what it always could do. Za’Vira slumped back into the chair she sat in, her body needing to recover from the immense use of magic she had consumed. It was clear she still had much to learn. After a while, Za’Vira simply took a deep breath, her ears drooped slight the fatigue hitting her hard, but she kept it together and sat straight again not wanting to let her exhaustion show, much less let the calmness of the world be disrupted by her own song’s misalignment. She took a moment to collect herself and found a renewed strength her ears straight, her posture relaxed, her eyes watched Layla rest now in a peaceful state and simply kept her company until James could return, unaware her act had been observed.
