Jana sits back, finishing her spell and exhaling her held breath, “Any more major wounds? Priority on refugees over savages!†Gharen seems to have stabilized, he is however unconscious.
Evangeline nods, "I would be grateful, if you could heal my arm Miss..." She blinks, "I haven't gotten your name...
Jana repeats the process, a bit more quickly since the taller woman is still conscious, closing the wound with aether, “J-jana…â€
Evangeline sighs in relief, "Thank you." She turns, "Could you have your colleagues take thse ones into custody… I'd like to beg your help on another matter."
Jana briefly checks back on the unconscious man. "I can get some Brass Blades over here, I think... This is unfortunate, but... Likely not a military matter anymore..."
Evangeline leans down and pulls one arm over her shoulder, "Perhaps you could get the other? I have a room in the Quicksand.â€
“The Quicksand? I am staying there as well... I'll get him to your room, then report in.†Jana quickly gets the man's other arm over her shoulder, trying not to tilt him down too much in her direction.
"Thank you miss."
Evangeline and Jana struggle through the street, the massive highlander slung over their shoulders. Chests heaving they finally maneuver him up the stairs and through the door of Evangeline’s hotel room, flopping him down on the spare bed.
“T-thank you miss…†Evangeline says, catching her breath, “Hopefully we can speak further, in less trying circumstances.â€
Jana nods, giving a shakey salute, “Y-yes… I better check on those savages. G-good night.†She heads off into the hallway.
Evangeline turns back to the Highlander bleeding all over her sheets. Sighing she walks over, untying his boots and sliding them off, before sliding his feet onto the bed. She then busies herself pulling out a small medical kit, and walks over to a very large alchemical work table. Within a few minutes she returns to him, wiping his wounds down with a wet cloth, the strong smell of antiseptic filling the room. As she does so she removes the makeshift bandages, recovering the wounds with clean linen and gauze. Afterwards she tends to her own wounds, hissing softly as she goes over the cuts.
Finally she wearily slides the kit across the floor, not bothering to put it away properly, and heads to the shower. A few minutes later, and she almost feels civilized, and wrapped in a fluffy night robe, she pulls a blanket over Gharen before flopping into her own bed.
“Pleasant dreams Master Wolfsong…†She mumbles sleepily as she burrows into her blankets and loses herself to sleep.
Evangeline nods, "I would be grateful, if you could heal my arm Miss..." She blinks, "I haven't gotten your name...
Jana repeats the process, a bit more quickly since the taller woman is still conscious, closing the wound with aether, “J-jana…â€
Evangeline sighs in relief, "Thank you." She turns, "Could you have your colleagues take thse ones into custody… I'd like to beg your help on another matter."
Jana briefly checks back on the unconscious man. "I can get some Brass Blades over here, I think... This is unfortunate, but... Likely not a military matter anymore..."
Evangeline leans down and pulls one arm over her shoulder, "Perhaps you could get the other? I have a room in the Quicksand.â€
“The Quicksand? I am staying there as well... I'll get him to your room, then report in.†Jana quickly gets the man's other arm over her shoulder, trying not to tilt him down too much in her direction.
"Thank you miss."
Evangeline and Jana struggle through the street, the massive highlander slung over their shoulders. Chests heaving they finally maneuver him up the stairs and through the door of Evangeline’s hotel room, flopping him down on the spare bed.
“T-thank you miss…†Evangeline says, catching her breath, “Hopefully we can speak further, in less trying circumstances.â€
Jana nods, giving a shakey salute, “Y-yes… I better check on those savages. G-good night.†She heads off into the hallway.
Evangeline turns back to the Highlander bleeding all over her sheets. Sighing she walks over, untying his boots and sliding them off, before sliding his feet onto the bed. She then busies herself pulling out a small medical kit, and walks over to a very large alchemical work table. Within a few minutes she returns to him, wiping his wounds down with a wet cloth, the strong smell of antiseptic filling the room. As she does so she removes the makeshift bandages, recovering the wounds with clean linen and gauze. Afterwards she tends to her own wounds, hissing softly as she goes over the cuts.
Finally she wearily slides the kit across the floor, not bothering to put it away properly, and heads to the shower. A few minutes later, and she almost feels civilized, and wrapped in a fluffy night robe, she pulls a blanket over Gharen before flopping into her own bed.
“Pleasant dreams Master Wolfsong…†She mumbles sleepily as she burrows into her blankets and loses herself to sleep.
