*Her leg was uselessly limp as she crawled along the freezing snow slowly, blood trailing with her bruised and battered body as frostbite started to take over.*
*She finally managed to pull herself onto the porch, feebly knocking on Icelandic’s oversized door.*
(@rizz-slenderman/Abby)
*She answers the door in one of her heavier pairs of sleep clothes*
Hmm..?-
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Í guðanna bænum hvað gerðist-??
[By the gods what happened-??]
Komdu, komdu inn kæra..
[Come on, come in dear..]
*Seh inevitably lifts Abby up, making sure to mind the various injuries before she sets her down on the couch.*
*She takes a few seconds to catch her breath before answering.*
Got separated… fighting… the likes.
*She’s knocked up as shit. A black eye, multiple bleeding gnashes and cuts, and most likely a broken leg bone due to the way it dangled. And frostbite.*
....Ég sé...
[....I see...]
Ég verð að vara þig við því að það sem ég ætla að gera verður ansi sársaukafullt, miðað við alvarleika sumra meiðsla þinna..
[I must warn you for what I am about to do will be quite painful, considering the severity of some of your injuries..]
I’m going to be honest, I don’t understand a thing you’re saying… but whatever you’re about to do, make it quick..
*She took a deep breath, pulling a pillow closer to Abby, then grabbed her broken leg and gently as possible, and with a swift movement to not make the process long and painful, moved the bones back into the correct place.*
*once that was done she began to carefully heal the leg, hands hovering above the frostbitten skin as she focused.*
*She let out a bloodcurdling scream, before quickly covering her face with the pillow to muffle the other cries of pain.*
*Her uninjured leg shot up and kicked Icelandic instinctively, but she just as quickly shoved it under the cushion.*
*She doesn't flinch at the kick, rather she frowns softly, 'brow' furrowed in worry as she continues to heal Abby's injuries as carefully as she can.*
*She keeps the pillow over her face and digs her nails into the fabric, trying to calm herself down the best she could.*
*He quietly wanders into the living room, fingers covered in nail polish*
Oh..? Abby.!
*he quickly attempts to scramble onto the couch, tiny feet kicking at the cushions as he pulls himself up using one of the blankets. Upon doing so successfully he stands up and looks at her, pouting.*
Abby's crying..momma, why?
*he puts his hand on her cheek, his palm glowing faintly before the bruise there vanished. He paused, stared at his hands incredulously, fell back onto the cushions with a happy giggle as he stood up, a little wobbly as he touched her face again to heal a small scratch.*
Momma! Momma I glow!..
















