Conjure Up My Voice
If Nehaalista had been able to scream in pain, she would've. In fact, she would've sobbed and keened. Instead, she'd only been able to suck in curiously neutral-sounding breaths and cry silently as they reset the bones in her leg, and kept her from bleeding all over everywhere.
Now, Nehaalista's leg was bound up much the same way a farm animal's would be. Oh, she'd helped seal the bone with a spell, but like the Exarch always said: magic could only do so much, and it was better to let the body heal naturally. So, with her one crutch, Nehaalista hobbled around the ship, looking for something to keep her from itching her still healing bones.
That was, she decided, the worst part about the healing process. The internal itch of healing bones, unable to be scratched. Nehaalista puffed her cheeks up and stopped to rest at the Hub. As soon as she could, she'd just... find a way to go.
Now, Nehaalista's leg was bound up much the same way a farm animal's would be. Oh, she'd helped seal the bone with a spell, but like the Exarch always said: magic could only do so much, and it was better to let the body heal naturally. So, with her one crutch, Nehaalista hobbled around the ship, looking for something to keep her from itching her still healing bones.
That was, she decided, the worst part about the healing process. The internal itch of healing bones, unable to be scratched. Nehaalista puffed her cheeks up and stopped to rest at the Hub. As soon as she could, she'd just... find a way to go.