As Clavier is loaded onto the caravan, Lorielle stands up to further adjust how he sat. Â She ignored his teasing, certain that he was grateful for their help, or so she would force herself to believe. Â She looked hesitant, but after a moment unbuckled her belt and removed her tunic. Â Beneath it was a light brown cotton corset, although it covered her more like a modest chemise. Â She folded the tunic, shaping it into a sort of pillow before setting it behind the Hyur's head.
As she began to buckle her belt back, Kieaira offered her a drink. Â She smiled and nodded gratefully, taking a light sip before corking it and putting the rest in her satchel. Â She then hopped from the caravan, coming to Tobias to finally treat his wound. Â He paused her, though, brushing back the loose strands of her hair, telling her to first take care of herself.
She flushed crimson, waiting for him to turn away before lowering her head and clutching her arm in embarrassment. Â She had no wounds to treat herself, but she did have a few things to take care of. Â She turned to Kieaira, looking her up and down shortly before holding her gaze. "Are you alright staying the night here?" She asked, her eyes bright and impassioned again. Â "I plan on staying, but if it worries you too greatly, I might escort you back. Â After I tend to everyone's wounds, of course."
She truly did not mind staying. Â She felt much safer in her current company than she did travelling alone. Â She was also their only healer, to her knowledge, and felt she should not leave their sides. Â Especially not now, during the aftermath. Â Even if Kieaira did want to return, Lorielle would return here shortly after, if she could make it in time.
She turned her head, meeting eyes with the driver. Â "I'll stay," she said, letting him know ahead of time so that he could give her whatever chores she could do. Â She was eager to get everything set up and out of the way. Â Her mind was constantly thinking of that wound Tobias has. Â She wouldn't rest until it was healed.
As she began to buckle her belt back, Kieaira offered her a drink. Â She smiled and nodded gratefully, taking a light sip before corking it and putting the rest in her satchel. Â She then hopped from the caravan, coming to Tobias to finally treat his wound. Â He paused her, though, brushing back the loose strands of her hair, telling her to first take care of herself.
She flushed crimson, waiting for him to turn away before lowering her head and clutching her arm in embarrassment. Â She had no wounds to treat herself, but she did have a few things to take care of. Â She turned to Kieaira, looking her up and down shortly before holding her gaze. "Are you alright staying the night here?" She asked, her eyes bright and impassioned again. Â "I plan on staying, but if it worries you too greatly, I might escort you back. Â After I tend to everyone's wounds, of course."
She truly did not mind staying. Â She felt much safer in her current company than she did travelling alone. Â She was also their only healer, to her knowledge, and felt she should not leave their sides. Â Especially not now, during the aftermath. Â Even if Kieaira did want to return, Lorielle would return here shortly after, if she could make it in time.
She turned her head, meeting eyes with the driver. Â "I'll stay," she said, letting him know ahead of time so that he could give her whatever chores she could do. Â She was eager to get everything set up and out of the way. Â Her mind was constantly thinking of that wound Tobias has. Â She wouldn't rest until it was healed.
