A massive guard passed Raw, one he recognized as one of Azkadellia's, the one he had healed earlier. He stopped him by raising one hand before he could get full past him. "Az to room, summon Peter." The battered state of the elder of the two Princesses did not get past the Viewer, and while he knew the Cub could do the task of healing her, he did not want anyone to find out more about the halfling than was necessary. Hence the need for privacy.
The man nodded and headed onwards towards his charge.
Raw turned back to Cain, "Know room." He led the way inside the Palace and into a side room of the Infirmary. Not far from the entrance, but private enough that no one would interrupt them for as long as it would take to heal his friends. And judging by DG's condition, it could take several hours.
Head wounds were often dangerous, too delicate to be hurried in their Healing.
His shields were at their highest, knowing that if he lowered them even the slightest, he would be feeling pain from Cain's projective state almost immediately. And if he could not properly focus, he could not heal her.
Cain pulled a chair over to sit beside DG and hold her uninjured hand.
His own hand was slick with blood, and he wasn't certain if it was his or hears. He did know his arm had moved from agony to a constant throbbing with his heartbeat, and that he'd had to concentrate to wrap his fingers around her small hand.
"Az put her in a kind of stasis spell, to halt the bleeding and keep her unconscious." Cain explained as his good hand started to needlessly stroke the hair back from the side of DG's face.
"We're home now, baby. Az is alive, and she'll be fine." With time, and effort. But she needed the best news right now.
Zero couldn't hurt anyone right now. But it would be infinitely better if the bastard were dead. Cain hoped he'd made a total eunuch of him. It was a form of justice.
"You're safe now. Raw's right here, and he'd going to try to make you better."
How safe was she? She was supposed to be safe at the ball. In her own home. But he'd failed her. Just as he'd failed Adora. He couldn't keep anyone he loved safe. The failure was going to continue to eat at him.
He lay his head right beside DG's, speaking softly, hoping she could hear him. "I'm right here. I'm not going to leave you. I'm here for you, darlin'. Whatever you need."
The Viewer stood on the other side of DG's unconscious form, closing his eyes as he held both his hands in the air over her. Getting a sense over the complete extent of her injuries, before he ever began trying to heal her.
The sparkling thread of white magic was the first thing he could feel. It had to be the 'stasis spell' Cain had mentioned. Not wanting to break the thread just yet, he pushed past it, he would unravel it after he was sure that she would not bleed out without it in place.
The head wound was troubling, not a danger of bleeding too much, but bad enough that it would keep her unconscious without the spell. It was not so much the bone being the tiniest web of fractures, that would heal easily. It was the resulting bruising of her brain, causing it to swell. At this point he could heal the breaks in the bone, but would only be able to speed up the natural healing of the bruising. Too much interference and he was likely to do more harm than good.
Her back and hip were simple knife wounds, painful and bloody (especially the former), but nothing to worry about more than bleeding too much. Another something he would have to heal before he could unravel the statis over her. The bruises he would hold until last, they was less important than her other wounds, at least physical healing wise.
The hand Cain was not holding was a mess. Broken bones, torn flesh, ripped muscles and tendons. Whatever weapon had been used, and he suspected a handheld knife, had dissected a major artery and a nerve in her hand. Without the stasis spell she would easily bleed to death in minutes, as it was she had lost nearly too much.
Picking up the appendage gingerly, he folded his own hands around it, drawing from her own magic and goodness to begin piecing it back together. Beneath the rough bandaging frayed ends of tendons and muscles came back together, the artery and nerve each reconnected, the flesh stitched itself into one piece again. It took nearly half an hour of silent work by the Viewer, but at the end he was able to unwrap the blood-stained strip of cloth from DG's limp hand. And sighed in relief when he opened his eyes and found the hand whole once more.
"Can you take energy from me? I don't know much about what you do, but if you can help her with anything I have..." Cain looked to Raw. The Viewer's face was strained.
The back's of Cain's fingers never ceased to stroke the princesses cheek. "Whatever it takes, except leaving her"
The man nodded and headed onwards towards his charge.
Raw turned back to Cain, "Know room." He led the way inside the Palace and into a side room of the Infirmary. Not far from the entrance, but private enough that no one would interrupt them for as long as it would take to heal his friends. And judging by DG's condition, it could take several hours.
Head wounds were often dangerous, too delicate to be hurried in their Healing.
His shields were at their highest, knowing that if he lowered them even the slightest, he would be feeling pain from Cain's projective state almost immediately. And if he could not properly focus, he could not heal her.
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His own hand was slick with blood, and he wasn't certain if it was his or hears. He did know his arm had moved from agony to a constant throbbing with his heartbeat, and that he'd had to concentrate to wrap his fingers around her small hand.
"Az put her in a kind of stasis spell, to halt the bleeding and keep her unconscious." Cain explained as his good hand started to needlessly stroke the hair back from the side of DG's face.
"We're home now, baby. Az is alive, and she'll be fine." With time, and effort. But she needed the best news right now.
Zero couldn't hurt anyone right now. But it would be infinitely better if the bastard were dead. Cain hoped he'd made a total eunuch of him. It was a form of justice.
"You're safe now. Raw's right here, and he'd going to try to make you better."
How safe was she? She was supposed to be safe at the ball. In her own home. But he'd failed her. Just as he'd failed Adora. He couldn't keep anyone he loved safe. The failure was going to continue to eat at him.
He lay his head right beside DG's, speaking softly, hoping she could hear him. "I'm right here. I'm not going to leave you. I'm here for you, darlin'. Whatever you need."
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The sparkling thread of white magic was the first thing he could feel. It had to be the 'stasis spell' Cain had mentioned. Not wanting to break the thread just yet, he pushed past it, he would unravel it after he was sure that she would not bleed out without it in place.
The head wound was troubling, not a danger of bleeding too much, but bad enough that it would keep her unconscious without the spell. It was not so much the bone being the tiniest web of fractures, that would heal easily. It was the resulting bruising of her brain, causing it to swell. At this point he could heal the breaks in the bone, but would only be able to speed up the natural healing of the bruising. Too much interference and he was likely to do more harm than good.
Her back and hip were simple knife wounds, painful and bloody (especially the former), but nothing to worry about more than bleeding too much. Another something he would have to heal before he could unravel the statis over her. The bruises he would hold until last, they was less important than her other wounds, at least physical healing wise.
The hand Cain was not holding was a mess. Broken bones, torn flesh, ripped muscles and tendons. Whatever weapon had been used, and he suspected a handheld knife, had dissected a major artery and a nerve in her hand. Without the stasis spell she would easily bleed to death in minutes, as it was she had lost nearly too much.
Picking up the appendage gingerly, he folded his own hands around it, drawing from her own magic and goodness to begin piecing it back together. Beneath the rough bandaging frayed ends of tendons and muscles came back together, the artery and nerve each reconnected, the flesh stitched itself into one piece again. It took nearly half an hour of silent work by the Viewer, but at the end he was able to unwrap the blood-stained strip of cloth from DG's limp hand. And sighed in relief when he opened his eyes and found the hand whole once more.
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The back's of Cain's fingers never ceased to stroke the princesses cheek. "Whatever it takes, except leaving her"
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