Heal: My character will tend to your character’s wounds, or be at their side when they’re sick. ((Seemed appropriate? Your choice on the injuries/how severe.))
Rakaso groaned as she woke, hersudden consciousness being rended by the fiery pain in her side. Wrenching hereyes open, she attempted to process her surroundings.In front of her was the mouth ofa cave, looking out upon the forest of the Shroud. It was covered in a veil ofrain. Behind her, she felt the warmth of a fire, though it did little topenetrate the cold that always enveloped her being.“Ah, you are awake!” Footstepssounded behind her, and a concerned smile came into view in front of her. “Iwas afraid you had succumbed to your… injuries.” R’dema said, her voicecatching as she spoke the last word. The Duskwight attempted to reply,but was quickly overcome with a hacking cough. After a few moments, she managedto quiet herself, and motioned to R’dema for water. “Of course, I refilled your flask…” The Xaela left her vision and rummagedaround, then returned with a small flask of water. She lifted it to Rakaso’slips, and she gratefully accepted the water.“Thank you,” Rakaso whispered,her voice sounding as weak and frail as she felt. “Where are we? Whathappened?”R’dema knelt down before her,placing a hand on Rakaso’s shoulder to keep her from turning or sitting up. “Wewere ambushed by a group while you were working. You brought me so that I mayhave learned about this… taint that you cleanse from the Shroud,”“They attacked us, and you saidthey were likely causing the taint to occur. So we fought back… But you wereinjured. They had…” The Xaela’s voice caught in her throat, and Rakaso mustereda look of confusion at her companion. It was rare for her to be this affectedby anything except an injury to her mate.“It would be better for you tosee, I think.” She finally managed to say, her eyes averted from Rakaso’s. Shepulled off the cloak Rakaso had been draped with, and slowly turned theDuskwight onto her back, taking care not to jostle her any more than necessary.Rakaso, now able to clearly see the bandages on her torso, blanched at the sightof them. They were drenched with blood where they covered her side, and thebandages themselves were slick with her sweat.With a quick motion, R’demasliced open the bandages with a small knife. She then peeled them off, andstepped away to allow the Duskwight to inspect herself.
“Oh gods…” Rakaso breathed. Theflesh on her side was split by a jagged line, apparently where an arrow hadgrazed her. The other wound, closer to her stomach than the previous, was wherean arrow had actually managed to pierce her directly. Both wounds were an angryred, and the pain that she was experiencing told Rakaso that they were horriblyinfected.
R’dema stood nervously off to theside, watching over the other woman as she gently inspected her wounds.“The arrows were poisoned,” Shesaid slowly. “I did what I thought would slow its advance…”“R’dema,” Rakaso whispered. “Can you get me my staff? I think I can fixthis.”The Xaela eagerly complied, andsped off to retrieve it.“The poisons must have been what inflamed the wounds so badly...” She muttered to herself.
“Here, Rakaso.” R’dema hurriedback, staff in hand, and set it down next to her companion.Rakaso’s replica Thyrus bathed herin its soft light as she gripped it, and a contented sigh escaped her lips asher wounds began to slowly knit themselves together.“I can’t manage a Cure spell inmy current condition,” She spoke, her voice regaining some semblance of itsusual regality. “But an Esuna alongside a short Regen should be okay…”
R’dema knelt down beside Rakasoand smiled in relief.“I am glad that all will be well,then. I was afraid the poisons would take you before you could wake.”The Duskwight gave a weak smiletowards her, and placed her hand on top of R’dema’s.“It is because you took such careof me that I yet speak. Thank you, R’dema. I’m in your debt.”
