Lorielle looked at Tobias with narrow, gleaming eyes. They looked harsh, as if she was being pushed to her very edge. Â
"I swear, if I have to tie you down to heal you, I will." Â She bit her lower lip, brushing back some loose strands of dark hair that fell into her eyes. Â "You can go gallivanting about after I've fixed this. Â Unless you want this to be painful, I suggest you sit still for a few minutes."
Her gaze relaxed, her face becoming less tense as she breathed in and looked down from Tobias's eyes to his wound. Â She released her held breath, setting her staff on the ground at her side and dusting her hands on one another. Â She reached down to his mediocre stitching, grabbing one end of the already unraveling thread between two of her finger nails.
She visibly cringed as she began gently and slowly pulling the stitches back out of the skin. Â Her brows narrowed and her face became tense. Â Watching the bloodied thread pull the skin as it slipped out from the tears made her stomach churn, but she could not look away during the delicate procedure. Â The wound began to bleed again slightly, and after the thread was almost fully removed, she could see that the wound had not closed at all. Â The thread was merely holding the open ends of the wound together.
Once the thread was removed, Lorielle dropped it into the small patch of grass they sat in. Â She swallowed hard, audibly choking down something that had risen in her throat. Â She gave a short, quick glance up at Tobias, her eyes showing sympathy rather than the anger they held several minutes before. Â She reached for her staff again, holding it tightly and placing her free hand over the wound. Â She began healing, as she had before, but slowly in a more relaxed atmosphere.
Although it took a longer time to close the wound and heal the flesh, it was done. Â In place of the wound was a light scar with several small branching scars from the stitching before. Â The scar was shallow, hardly visible apart from the lighter shade. Â Lorielle ran her fingertips over the scar, feeling no bump or rise in the skin. Â It was fully closed, and any movement on Tobias's part would not reopen it.
Lorielle untucked her legs, which she had been sitting on for the past ten minutes or so. Â She stretched them out to the side, leaning back on her hands looking winded. Â Almost as soon as she finished, she heard their driver call out to her to start looking for sleeping bags and a tent. Â She nodded shortly, breathing in and running her hands across her head to push back all of the hair that had fallen.
Looking a bit annoyed, and with a sudden flourish, she reached back and ripped out her hair clip, the loose remnants of her braid falling against her back. Â She secured the hair clip to the top of her chemise, using her staff to get her to her feet. Â Her hair fell to her waist in many small waves, the braid fully unraveling as she began walking to the caravan to begin her next duty. Â She looked exhausted, but determined enough to do what she must.
"I swear, if I have to tie you down to heal you, I will." Â She bit her lower lip, brushing back some loose strands of dark hair that fell into her eyes. Â "You can go gallivanting about after I've fixed this. Â Unless you want this to be painful, I suggest you sit still for a few minutes."
Her gaze relaxed, her face becoming less tense as she breathed in and looked down from Tobias's eyes to his wound. Â She released her held breath, setting her staff on the ground at her side and dusting her hands on one another. Â She reached down to his mediocre stitching, grabbing one end of the already unraveling thread between two of her finger nails.
She visibly cringed as she began gently and slowly pulling the stitches back out of the skin. Â Her brows narrowed and her face became tense. Â Watching the bloodied thread pull the skin as it slipped out from the tears made her stomach churn, but she could not look away during the delicate procedure. Â The wound began to bleed again slightly, and after the thread was almost fully removed, she could see that the wound had not closed at all. Â The thread was merely holding the open ends of the wound together.
Once the thread was removed, Lorielle dropped it into the small patch of grass they sat in. Â She swallowed hard, audibly choking down something that had risen in her throat. Â She gave a short, quick glance up at Tobias, her eyes showing sympathy rather than the anger they held several minutes before. Â She reached for her staff again, holding it tightly and placing her free hand over the wound. Â She began healing, as she had before, but slowly in a more relaxed atmosphere.
Although it took a longer time to close the wound and heal the flesh, it was done. Â In place of the wound was a light scar with several small branching scars from the stitching before. Â The scar was shallow, hardly visible apart from the lighter shade. Â Lorielle ran her fingertips over the scar, feeling no bump or rise in the skin. Â It was fully closed, and any movement on Tobias's part would not reopen it.
Lorielle untucked her legs, which she had been sitting on for the past ten minutes or so. Â She stretched them out to the side, leaning back on her hands looking winded. Â Almost as soon as she finished, she heard their driver call out to her to start looking for sleeping bags and a tent. Â She nodded shortly, breathing in and running her hands across her head to push back all of the hair that had fallen.
Looking a bit annoyed, and with a sudden flourish, she reached back and ripped out her hair clip, the loose remnants of her braid falling against her back. Â She secured the hair clip to the top of her chemise, using her staff to get her to her feet. Â Her hair fell to her waist in many small waves, the braid fully unraveling as she began walking to the caravan to begin her next duty. Â She looked exhausted, but determined enough to do what she must.
