Quki blinked a bit, and saw her professor, the closest figure she had for a father since the death of her real one struggling to leave a message and asking for a promise. For some moments she just kept staring, a little mortified by both his wounds, his fever, and his struggle to relay her such message...what did it mean, use what...?
Did he mean...?
"I can't promise what I am not sure it is, Professor. But one thing I know is that you need rest."
She silently whipped her own staff and charged a sleeping spell...it wasn't very strong, as that was not needed, it was merely a more strong push to uncosciousness.
"What I promise you is that me and Mel are going to make whoever did this pay..."
She casted the spell on the good professor, sending him to a more stable slumber. She didn't need him waking up and putting more stress on his body as he did already. After sending him to sleep land she turned and opened the door of the tavern and gave a cute, loud whistle. In minutes, Cookie, her lovely chocobo ran from the Makeshift stable on the back of the FC to her front. She gave it a scratch on the head...
She was utterly out of her depth, she felt defenseless, useless and angry. Angry beyond belief, to both herself and the professor. She felt useless...weak.
She HATED feeling weak. After a while she returned to keep the Professor with the cold bag on his forehead and making sure he was safe, applying a soft physick on his hurt wrist.
Did he mean...?
"I can't promise what I am not sure it is, Professor. But one thing I know is that you need rest."
She silently whipped her own staff and charged a sleeping spell...it wasn't very strong, as that was not needed, it was merely a more strong push to uncosciousness.
"What I promise you is that me and Mel are going to make whoever did this pay..."
She casted the spell on the good professor, sending him to a more stable slumber. She didn't need him waking up and putting more stress on his body as he did already. After sending him to sleep land she turned and opened the door of the tavern and gave a cute, loud whistle. In minutes, Cookie, her lovely chocobo ran from the Makeshift stable on the back of the FC to her front. She gave it a scratch on the head...
She was utterly out of her depth, she felt defenseless, useless and angry. Angry beyond belief, to both herself and the professor. She felt useless...weak.
She HATED feeling weak. After a while she returned to keep the Professor with the cold bag on his forehead and making sure he was safe, applying a soft physick on his hurt wrist.
