𝑐𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑙𝑖
hands like hers are meant for healing, not for battle, with such a delicacy even uncommon for her. by now, battles are more common, and even with repeated bloodshed, she’s not used to it. still, she complains none, and does what must be done. what she doesn’t like, however, is seeing friends and classmates injured, and she’s the first on the scene with faith in hand, taking care of wounds with ease.
what she didn’t realize, until they’ve made it back to the monastery, is that there’s one she missed, and quite an important figure too. perhaps it’s a sense of pride that kept the adrestian heir apparent from speaking out, or perhaps she didn’t realize it herself, Laei does not assume either or. all she knows is that once they’ve made it back, she settles beside Edelgard, and she is weary– her crest makes her bear a frailness with each heal, but she refuses to let a friend go untended.
‘ You’re hurt. ‘ comes the soft voice, and it’s not an inquiry, but a statement, meant only for the light haired woman. ‘ Can I help? ‘
innate fear that plays like child-song in reminiscent heavy dreams , coated by memory to become something else o'er the hill . she will have to see it : all the disgusting , rotting pieces of you ❪ among the righteousness , you are a favor . burning for burning and a wound for wound / a doubtlessly corrupted thing multiplieth by the uncertainty of the darkness that no doubt has ruined my bone . injuries are the kisses of the enemy and bindeth wandering spirit to the cause . ❫ attention turned sharply to that of dutiful healer where neglect already plays coy on the tongue of the mistress of evil . fingers find the sword -wound dug into the side of a missed rib , and now that it's accounted for , atypical dizziness displays itself for the eyes of a talebearer . edelgard draws a hand away with blood , their blood , dancing along the crevices and curves of her palm and fingers . she displays the macabre on accident . her armored breastplate is ruined .
well , if anything this is the fate that she deserves . dahlia-eyes close at the mention as it feels like entire moons pass while acceptance overcomes . how clumsy it is to have missed something like that , and now to encourage the worry of those who would be better off spending time doing other things . edelgard would weep in humiliation if she hadn't cried her last tears years ago .
❛ 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 . ❜ but the words are breathless and lies , narrowly guarding masked and muted agony . for it's not that it aches like incisions ought to do ; nay , with years and years of surgical endeavors numbing skin and muscle and skeleton to feeling nothing beyond the old aches and pains of ruination . so it is fair to say that it doesn't hurt , despite what may be showing , she cannot tell with armor piled on top . it simply is ❪ thy faith hath made me whole . darling laei with her spirit of miracles and solving of great temptations made of nothing but faith and power and acts of kindness manifesting in the glory of the goddess , blessed be her name . ❫ a hoarse sigh escapes . ❛ i'll go see professor manuela and rest there . 𝒏𝒐 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒓𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒄 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒆'𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒚 . i've made it this far , the infirmary shouldn't be too much of a 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒈𝒈𝒍𝒆 now . ❜ with dignity does she persist if only to cave a few steps further , exhaustion making bones soft .
