Sabra Knight
A small groan came from the tall yellow skinned woman as she was pushed by her youngest daughter. "Valharii I don't need a healer. I will be fine." V'demhe was dripping blood down her right leg from a rather nasty gash in her thigh. Thankfully nothing important had been severed. Dem was more upset about the fact that her pants had a rip in them now. Though it did give her an excuse to go see her other daughter.
"Mother, you're bleeding all over the ground. You could probably water the parched roses." Valharii put her hands on her hips then.
The Alkidike eyed her half oban and half matorian child. "It's not that bad so stop over reacting." She lowered her black gaze down to her thigh and felt a gasp coming on. Not that she actually let it out. Then her daughter would know that it was that bad. Instead she huffed and looked around. "Well I don't see any healers so we'll just have to deal with it." It was a shame her mate had vanished. Virain could have healed her. he thought made the older woman frown and look saddened.
