Dying is a very dull, dreary affair. And my advice to you is to have nothing whatever to do with it.
There were some ways one's evening should not end. Having Gabe walk in with some creepy bastard in all black carrying the broken and bloody body of a good friend? Tops that list. Her shock only lasted a moment before she moved into action. Stripping all but the bottom sheet from her bed, she nodded for them to place her there before running through the house, Libby at her heels, and down to the lab.
Gathering what she needed, she dumped it all into a flameless cauldron and, moving a bit slower under the weight, she dashed back to the bedroom. Gabe stood by the door, eyes narrowed, staring at the man. His hair was longer than even Nathaniel's had been, long and black and fathomless and to his ankles. It matched his eyes and that was disconcerting.
Tamarantha didn't hesitate. She just pushed him back, using her considerable, though deceptive strength, to wrangle him away from her patient. Those were words she'd never thought to use, even if she'd been trained in basic magical medicine as, when one is at war, one must make do.
First the major wounds. Binding her midsection first, laying the flaps of skin together as best she could though Tamarantha knew better than to even try and stitch it. For now just stabilize and keep her alive. Binding the larger wounds, wrists and the like, as best she could, setting numbing charms in her path as she went. Once those charms were set, before she began the truly painful work, she carefully drizzled a sleeping draught past Leela's lips, making sure she stayed in a painfree, dreamless slumber.
The bones were next. Easy enough with the right incantation. What was not easy was laying out each limb, feeling the bone grinding against itself as she worked her way from toes to head, healing each crack and fracture. She wasn't sure how long she was at it, not noticing the sweat that soaked her shirt, the way she trembled as she surveyed the damage. The bleeding had stopped, Leela would likely walk again.
If she lived. Raising her head, Tamarantha looked to the men. But Gabe and the dark man were gone. She was alone, for the moment. Had she been alone the whole time? That she didn't know, absorbed in her work as she'd been. Collapsing in a chair in the corner, she thought of how nice a shower might feel. Listening to the morning birds chirp, she realized sleep might be nice as well. Soon as someone was here to watch over Leela. Soon as she knew her patient was okay.
Soon as she had answers and a name. Someone was going to die.
Gathering what she needed, she dumped it all into a flameless cauldron and, moving a bit slower under the weight, she dashed back to the bedroom. Gabe stood by the door, eyes narrowed, staring at the man. His hair was longer than even Nathaniel's had been, long and black and fathomless and to his ankles. It matched his eyes and that was disconcerting.
Tamarantha didn't hesitate. She just pushed him back, using her considerable, though deceptive strength, to wrangle him away from her patient. Those were words she'd never thought to use, even if she'd been trained in basic magical medicine as, when one is at war, one must make do.
First the major wounds. Binding her midsection first, laying the flaps of skin together as best she could though Tamarantha knew better than to even try and stitch it. For now just stabilize and keep her alive. Binding the larger wounds, wrists and the like, as best she could, setting numbing charms in her path as she went. Once those charms were set, before she began the truly painful work, she carefully drizzled a sleeping draught past Leela's lips, making sure she stayed in a painfree, dreamless slumber.
The bones were next. Easy enough with the right incantation. What was not easy was laying out each limb, feeling the bone grinding against itself as she worked her way from toes to head, healing each crack and fracture. She wasn't sure how long she was at it, not noticing the sweat that soaked her shirt, the way she trembled as she surveyed the damage. The bleeding had stopped, Leela would likely walk again.
If she lived. Raising her head, Tamarantha looked to the men. But Gabe and the dark man were gone. She was alone, for the moment. Had she been alone the whole time? That she didn't know, absorbed in her work as she'd been. Collapsing in a chair in the corner, she thought of how nice a shower might feel. Listening to the morning birds chirp, she realized sleep might be nice as well. Soon as someone was here to watch over Leela. Soon as she knew her patient was okay.
Soon as she had answers and a name. Someone was going to die.