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[night_hibiscus]

[OOC: After this.]

Sometimes you have to get some air.

Sometimes you just have to (run away) get away

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[runmakitarun]

There's a way of moving that people pushed to the edge of their endurance have, and Makita is pretty tuned in to recognizing it. It's someone moving in that way that makes her look over to the door. It's the fact that it's Yuna that makes her sprint from her seat.

"Yuna! Are you okay?" She's trying to make sure that none of that blood is Yuna's.

[night_hibiscus]

Makita has enough to worry about.

Yuna ducks her head, and when she comes up, she's not smiling, but she's a lot more together. "It didn't work," she says, baldly. "Guess I'm not going back to Besaid after all."

[runmakitarun]

At first Makita doesn't say anything, she just reaches out to wrap her arms around Yuna.

Her voice is soft, "It was bad, wasn't it?"

[night_hibiscus]

Yuna leans into the hug, and nods against Makita's shoulder.

"I've been healing and, sending, all day long."

"So, stupid."

[not_only_wisdom]

It's doubtful that Yuna has been slumped over the bar too long before a small crowd of people comes through the House of Arch painting. They aren't laughing and chatting (they never do, really), but they look at least a little comfortable.

Until Nynaeve catches sight of Yuna, spine stiffening. She doesn't have to speak before all three of them turn their attention to the summoner, and Nynaeve marches over, strides quick and steady.

Lan and Moiraine follow not even half a beat after.

"Yuna? Light, girl, are you all right?"

She's already checking for wounds, at least by eye. Delving can wait at least a moment.

[night_hibiscus]

None of the blood is hers.

"I'm all right," she says, her voice a little shaky; Moiraine's serenity, however, is a goad, and she pulls herself together, thinking of Seymour's perfect calm.

"The Crusaders ambushed Sin. They had machina weapons, and they thought--we thought--they might have a chance."

"They didn't." Despite herself, stark bleakness creeps into those two words.

[blue_ajah]

Stark indeed, and the silent message is all too clear. Moiraine's lips tighten, and she exchanges a glance with the others before turning back to Yuna.

"May they find shelter in Light, then," she says, quietly. "How great a loss is it?"

[night_hibiscus]

Yuna closes her eyes.

Maybe she's counting. "A hundred or more are dead, I think. We took about that many to the temple for healing, and some of them are gone now. Others are still in need of healing."

"Maybe one hundred and fifty, by sunrise, if we all do our best."

[street_sparrow]

Gavroche was on the way to the Bar, until the girl catches his eye and he turns. The blood makes him frown, and he veers towards her.

"Are you okay?"

[night_hibiscus]

It's a little boy.

When Yuna raises her head, she's smiling, although her face is white as chalk. "It's okay," she says, her voice smooth. "I'm not hurt. There are some other people who are, and I was taking care of them. I got a little messy."

[street_sparrow]

He nods, accepting that, though he still gives her a quick look over.

"You look kind of... tired, though." 'Tired' isn't what he means, that being something closer to shocky, but it'll do.

[night_hibiscus]

"There are just... a lot of people who need help," she admits. "I'll be okay."

It's less of a prediction and more of a wish.

[elrond_healer]

Elrond sits, piecing out herbs into bundles, a long ago comforting habit. Dried herbs ready to be used, and seeds ready to be planted with the coming of Spring.

When she comes in, a stranger, his eyes flick to her and away, and then back again, as he sees her condition. For a lifelong healer, for a lord who defends, for Elrond, there is only one response.

With a sweep of his hand, the herbs go back to their places, the seeds slide into their pouches and he is up and moving forward, toward her.

A wave at a wait rat summons water and tea, and then he is next to her.

"Are you hurt?"

His voice is quiet, full of melody, and a concern shaded from both compassion and a healer's interest.

[night_hibiscus]

"No, I'm not--it isn't mine," she says, with only a little bitterness apparent. "There's been," a massacre, "a battle. I've been healing the wounded."

"I just--need to catch my breath for a moment. Time is stopped, on my side of the door."

[elrond_healer]

It takes very little for him to see her words and make a decision.

"Can you use another healer? I have... some experience with battlefields."

Just a few thousand years, give or take. The water and tea arrive then and he pours water into two glasses, and tea as well.

"Please, drink this tea. It is a mild restorative. If you are going back, then you will need your strength."

[night_hibiscus]

They could use another dozen. Yuna takes the cup gratefully. "I would appreciate it very much, Sir--"

[simon_doctor]

Simon's a few feet away from her at the bar.

He's noticed the blood, but ... he recognizes this girl, and remembers how she reacted the last time he offered to help. Maybe this time he'll wait and see if she asks.

...And yet. That looks like it could be something serious.

[night_hibiscus]

When Yuna looks up, she sees him; her lips tighten.

Her misperceptions about doctors have been cleared up, thanks to Kaylee. She really should apologize.

She feels utterly drained.

Aaand now they're both staring at each other. She raises a hand in a lackluster greeting. "Hello."

[simon_doctor]

He nods back to her. "Good evening."

Beat.

"...ARe you all right?"

[night_hibiscus]

She nods. "It's--not me. I'm not hurt. I was--there's been a, battle, in my world, and I'm a healer."