As K'zhumi concentrates, the arcane patterns both on the ground and painted on the nuhn's body begin to glow as she channels her aether through them. Focusing on important internal structures she works on the shoulder joint and the tendons and ligaments to restore and protect function. As she works she encounters an obstruction to the flow of aether and allows her concentration to drop with a frown. The glowing stops and the healer reaches into the wound and with some difficulty removes a small object that was embedded deep in the tissues. Letting it roll free into her palm Zhumi raises an eyebrow at it then pockets the item. She would give it to Yohko later.
After a couple of bells the glow emanating from the healer's tent flickers and dies. K'zhumi is leaning heavily on K'yohko her energy all but spent. She looks well pleased with her work, all the major structures of the shoulder were intact and functional. It would require restrengthening, but the nuhn should have full use of it. Of course to the untrained eye it might still look like a bomb had gone off in the area. With the skin still torn and gaping open. She picks up a needle and thread with an exhausted sigh and begins working on stitching the patchwork of wounds back together.
With tiny and precise stitches Zhumi works with the frayed and torn bits of skin until, who knows how many hundreds or thousands of stitches later, her patient was finally whole. She reaches for a tub of ointment and with hands trembling from exhaustion she begins working a thin layer of the thick salve into the wounds to prevent infection from setting in. She then bandages the shoulder, binding the arm to his body to keep the joint from moving as it healed.
After a couple of bells the glow emanating from the healer's tent flickers and dies. K'zhumi is leaning heavily on K'yohko her energy all but spent. She looks well pleased with her work, all the major structures of the shoulder were intact and functional. It would require restrengthening, but the nuhn should have full use of it. Of course to the untrained eye it might still look like a bomb had gone off in the area. With the skin still torn and gaping open. She picks up a needle and thread with an exhausted sigh and begins working on stitching the patchwork of wounds back together.
With tiny and precise stitches Zhumi works with the frayed and torn bits of skin until, who knows how many hundreds or thousands of stitches later, her patient was finally whole. She reaches for a tub of ointment and with hands trembling from exhaustion she begins working a thin layer of the thick salve into the wounds to prevent infection from setting in. She then bandages the shoulder, binding the arm to his body to keep the joint from moving as it healed.
