Lorielle's eyes acknowledged Kieaira saying she was fine, but she said nothing to that effect. Â She got to her feet as Kieaira did, leaping form the back of the cart, turning on her heel, and running along the side. Â She stopped to watch what was happening, her eyes darting from the Toxic Toad to the chocobos to her travelling party one by one.
Lorielle jumped, turning her body to watch the elastic tongue spring forward, then slip back into its mouth. Â She heard Keiaira's cry of warning, but it was too late. Â The chocobo scattered. Â To Lorielle's dismay, she saw the top of a black-haired head fall beneath the bright yellow of a chocobo's body. Â "Tobias," she said aloud, whether it was to inform Kieaira or completely unintentional.
She ran to the front of the caravan, hearing the sharp whistle of arrows being fired. Â Battle was not her current objective. Â She was thankful that someone was taking care of the toad for now. Â She dropped to her knees, skidding across the sand and dirt to come to a stop at the Hyur's side. Â He was bleeding quickly, crimson pooling on his torso. Â He tried to roll onto his side, seemingly to stand up.
"Stay down," Lorielle said firmly. Â She appeared to be on auto-pilot at this point, quickly reaching behind her and grabbing her staff as one hand held Tobias's shoulder and forced him gently back onto the ground. Â The hand moved from his shoulder, down his chest, and rose to hover over the wound. Â She held her staff in a way to make the head point towards her hand, and then sat in silence, without motion.
Her hand became stone steady, casting a blue-green hue from her palm. Â The blood flowing on his chest began to slow, then dry. Â Lorielle's lips pursed, her brows narrowing as the wound began to heal. Â It began to swell, the open skin stretching slowly. Â The Hyur would feel little to no pain, but the sensation of his skin moving. Â The wound closed, leaving only a mangled scar in its place. Â It would take a little more work to heal fully, but time was something they did not currently have.
Lorielle leaned back, retracting her hand and resting her staff on the ground beside her. Â Her chest deflated, a soft sigh or two escaping her. Â She got to her feet, stretching one across the ground to come to a standing position over the man. Â She reached down, grabbing his wrists and gently pulling him up into a sitting, then hopefully standing position.
"Careful, as not to reopen the wound," she warned, stepping back as she pulled him up slowly. Â Standing straight up from his laying position was the safest way of getting him back into the cart and out of harm's way. Â She turned her head for a moment, assessing the current state of the battle with the toad.
Lorielle jumped, turning her body to watch the elastic tongue spring forward, then slip back into its mouth. Â She heard Keiaira's cry of warning, but it was too late. Â The chocobo scattered. Â To Lorielle's dismay, she saw the top of a black-haired head fall beneath the bright yellow of a chocobo's body. Â "Tobias," she said aloud, whether it was to inform Kieaira or completely unintentional.
She ran to the front of the caravan, hearing the sharp whistle of arrows being fired. Â Battle was not her current objective. Â She was thankful that someone was taking care of the toad for now. Â She dropped to her knees, skidding across the sand and dirt to come to a stop at the Hyur's side. Â He was bleeding quickly, crimson pooling on his torso. Â He tried to roll onto his side, seemingly to stand up.
"Stay down," Lorielle said firmly. Â She appeared to be on auto-pilot at this point, quickly reaching behind her and grabbing her staff as one hand held Tobias's shoulder and forced him gently back onto the ground. Â The hand moved from his shoulder, down his chest, and rose to hover over the wound. Â She held her staff in a way to make the head point towards her hand, and then sat in silence, without motion.
Her hand became stone steady, casting a blue-green hue from her palm. Â The blood flowing on his chest began to slow, then dry. Â Lorielle's lips pursed, her brows narrowing as the wound began to heal. Â It began to swell, the open skin stretching slowly. Â The Hyur would feel little to no pain, but the sensation of his skin moving. Â The wound closed, leaving only a mangled scar in its place. Â It would take a little more work to heal fully, but time was something they did not currently have.
Lorielle leaned back, retracting her hand and resting her staff on the ground beside her. Â Her chest deflated, a soft sigh or two escaping her. Â She got to her feet, stretching one across the ground to come to a standing position over the man. Â She reached down, grabbing his wrists and gently pulling him up into a sitting, then hopefully standing position.
"Careful, as not to reopen the wound," she warned, stepping back as she pulled him up slowly. Â Standing straight up from his laying position was the safest way of getting him back into the cart and out of harm's way. Â She turned her head for a moment, assessing the current state of the battle with the toad.
