After Blodwen Round II

[makesthings]

Sameth is lying on a bed in the infirmary, wreathed in poison and trying and trying to get back to consciousness.

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[walksindeath]

It's a remarkably short time before the door flies open on a tall woman dressed in blue, who glances about before striding towards Sameth's bed.

(There are, for the record, a number of slightly bemused patrons in her wake who had not expected to be intensely questioned about bright lights and young men in peril. Surely those things are entirely commonplace?)

Sabriel's face is set and paler than usual, but her extends a hand to touch his forehead, and it remains steady as the Mark on her forehead glows, growing steadily brighter.

[makesthings]

In his dreams, the necromancer and Blowden share a face and Death's river smells of flowers.

When he feels/sees the Charter Marks, he just tries to find his way towards them and bumps his broken wrist against the bed.

[walksindeath]

She reaches out to still his arm, holding it carefully away from the break.

The Charter flowing through his Mark is uncorrupted, thankfully. Sabriel hums a low, clear note under her breath to help call it forward, and lifts the hand that had been on his forehead to start tracing healing marks. They hang in the air exuding a faint light, and almost resonate with the note she sings.

She feels aware she should probably be in tears.

But then, she always was good at pushing emotion away until there is time to deal with it.

[makesthings]

The corruption of the poison tries to fight her but Sameth tries to help as he struggles in his mind to not fall again.

He's vaguely aware of a hand on him that doesn't burn and stills slightly as his body begins to heal