Lyric felt like everything was happening in slow motion around her, it all felt so surreal. It wasn’t like she hadn’t understood the dangers there would be until they got out of Orlais, but she also hadn’t anticipated running into people that needed help. When Tibs fell, her heart plummeted, not because she had feelings for Tiberius, but because she felt empathy in general and when people were injured, it always effected her deeply. Whether it was a dog or a person.
Before she could act, the farmer’s sons were rushing out to help them. Lyric followed them into the house and as the sons took him upstairs to a bedroom, she asked the wife if they had any herbs and went about gathering rags and a basin of water. Then the sons came back down and informed her that her husband would like her to come up. There was a brief second where her mind seemed a bit confused at being called wife, but dismissed it. They were engaged so she figured it was probably just something he said to the family.
She paused in her preparations to look at the sons, then simply nodded and continued gathering what she needed for healing. Once she had everything, she made her way up to the room with Tiberius, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew the road ahead was fraught with danger, but she hadn't anticipated it coming quite so soon.
She looked over the clothing and the now exposed wound. She placed the bowl of water down at Tiberius’s feet.
Once the cleaning was done, she activated her healing magic. A warm, soothing light emanated from her hands, enveloping the injury and accelerating the body's natural healing process. She worked carefully, ensuring that every damaged tissue was properly mended.
As she worked, she kept her gaze fixed on the wound, but her mind was elsewhere. She couldn't help but think about how this journey was already proving to be more challenging than she had anticipated. Despite the danger they had just faced, she couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. They had made a difference today, saved a life. She looked up at Tiberius, giving him a small, reassuring smile.
She lowered her voice so that if anyone was listening they wouldn’t be able to hear.
@Tiberius Umbra
Before she could act, the farmer’s sons were rushing out to help them. Lyric followed them into the house and as the sons took him upstairs to a bedroom, she asked the wife if they had any herbs and went about gathering rags and a basin of water. Then the sons came back down and informed her that her husband would like her to come up. There was a brief second where her mind seemed a bit confused at being called wife, but dismissed it. They were engaged so she figured it was probably just something he said to the family.
She paused in her preparations to look at the sons, then simply nodded and continued gathering what she needed for healing. Once she had everything, she made her way up to the room with Tiberius, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew the road ahead was fraught with danger, but she hadn't anticipated it coming quite so soon.
She looked over the clothing and the now exposed wound. She placed the bowl of water down at Tiberius’s feet.
Are you particularly attached to this outfit? Because if it were mine I’d be all about just burning it with fire.Before she started cleaning up some of the ogre blood that was around the wound, she checked her arms and hands and fingers, she wasn’t going to risk having something as dumb as a hangnail while cleaning up the wound, but she couldn’t properly heal the wound until she was sure there was no darkspawn blood around it.
This is going to sting a bit, but I promise I'll be as gentle as I can.With that, she began carefully cleaning the wound, her magic making the process more bearable, her expression focused and determined.
Once the cleaning was done, she activated her healing magic. A warm, soothing light emanated from her hands, enveloping the injury and accelerating the body's natural healing process. She worked carefully, ensuring that every damaged tissue was properly mended.
As she worked, she kept her gaze fixed on the wound, but her mind was elsewhere. She couldn't help but think about how this journey was already proving to be more challenging than she had anticipated. Despite the danger they had just faced, she couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. They had made a difference today, saved a life. She looked up at Tiberius, giving him a small, reassuring smile.
She lowered her voice so that if anyone was listening they wouldn’t be able to hear.
Apparently the mother had wanted to flee their home days ago, but the father and one of the sons refused to leave their home, their livelihood.As she finished with the wound, she stood up and moved the nasty bloody rags and such over to the door to be discarded when she had a chance.
It was deep, you need to go easy on it for a day or so.
@Tiberius Umbra
06-08-2024, 07:41 AM
