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Izmina · **06-10-2014, 06:38 PM**

K'zhumi's ears flicked back and forth in aggrivation. What in the seven hells was going on outside? It sounded like a bunch of old women at a stitching party. Just as she was about to give whoever it was a piece of her mind, she heard a crash and K'rahto calling for her. Whipping the tent flap back she was momentarily puzzled by several faces she didn't immediately place. The injured male and the girl looked familiar, but she didn't have time to puzzle it out now. Focusing her attention on the tia who looked almost bled white, she raised her voice over the small crowd, "You there!"pointing at Li,"Get his feet and help get him in the tent."Â

K'tahjha was aware of the arguement going on outside the tent, but continued tending to her aunt. As the crash occurred and it appeared the commotion was coming inside the tent, her first instinct was to reach for her bow to protect K'luha and the healer.In the next instant the smell of blood reached her and she realized one of them was injured. Attempting to maximize room in the tent Tahj scooted up behind Luha's head to give the healer room to work.

Xha'li Moui · **06-10-2014, 06:56 PM**

"Yes ma'am" Xha'li replied politely out of reflex as he he jumped to his feet and went over to the injured tia.Â Stooping down he grabbed his ankles and looked towards K'rahto, "Ready when you are."Â Looking at the injured tia he said in a soft tone, "Don't worry we'll be a gentle as possible getting you to where your healer can help you."

Clover · **06-12-2014, 08:27 AM**

The Tia grabbedÂ the collapsed man's arms, ready to take him inside with the stranger's help. His expression was all kinds of unfriendly; he even avoided eye contact like he did with K'nahli when they carried K'luha.Â Just a moment ago, he'd told the stranger that he wasn't needed,Â yet Azeyma seemed to enjoy humiliating him today...

Careful not to trip inside the tent, K'rahto and Li managed to place the bleeding man on the ground, next toÂ K'tahjha and K'luha. He used the chance to take a quick glance at theÂ injured woman, trying to assess her state. She didn't look good. That was all he allowed himself to see, for he didn't want to make her uncomfortable with stares.

"Unless you need anything else, I'll be outside," he told his elder sister K'zhumi, serious.

Xha'li Moui · **06-12-2014, 10:17 AM**

After setting the injured tia down Xha'li bowed his head towards K'zhumi and spoke softly "Glad to see you managed to get her to accept healing, if you need another healer I'd be glad to offer my assistance."

Izmina · **06-13-2014, 05:10 PM**

K'zhumi eyed the male's wounds in dismay, so much damage and blood loss and she still felt slightly weak from the massive effort of healing K'luha. Zhumi frowned as she heard the unfamiliar male offer his assistance, let the outsider heal in her tent? Heaving a sigh and bowing to need she nods at him, "He's lost too much blood, we need to stop it. I'll start on the chest and you take the left arm. Use whatever supplies you need, but be sparing, we can't afford to waste them."

Kailia · **06-13-2014, 05:16 PM**

K'hai looked up at K'zhumi, "I may of lost blood, but that drake paid the price.", then gave a stupid looking grin.

He then chanced a glance to his side and saw K'luha. So she had made it home now. He wondered if she was angry at him for leaving them. It couldn't be helped. He knew the laws.

He then looked over at the outsider. Keeper of the Moon judging by the eyes. He'd experienced magic healing on himself. He was not afraid.

Then he remembered Yohko, and looked to K'zhumi, "You look tired. I'm... not the only injured. K'yohko has wounds of his own..." before he fell asleep once more.

Xha'li Moui · **06-13-2014, 10:29 PM**

"I have my own supplies as well," Xha'li said as he moved to sit by K'hai's left arm, "If I need anything I can send my familiar to fetch them."Â Turning his attention towards K'hai he pulled out a small, thin grimriore and flipped though it rapidly before setting in down by him and tracing the complex design on the pages with his right index finger causing a small blue-green glowing ball to appear and slowly glow in his hand.

Izmina · **06-14-2014, 01:09 AM**

K'zhumi was beginning to cleanse the deep wounds on the injured male's chest when he spoke. In the back of her mind something clicked, his scent combined with Â the sound of his voice..Then he spoke again and her blood froze. K'yohko injured?! She looked towards the flap of her tent in frustration, she could not leave her patient. Surely if his injuries were severe, someone would have brought him to her.

Xha'li Moui · **06-16-2014, 02:04 PM**

Taking a look at how deep the wound on K'hai's arm went Xha'li frowned, he could see clear to the bone and several veins had been torn open, taking a deep breath Xha'li placed his glowing hand ilms above the wound and let the magic fall into the wound where it pushed everything in the wound out and away leaving the full nature of the wound open and apparent.

Getting up Xha'li walked quickly over to the table and grabbed a length of cloth before returning and sitting down again.Â Reaching up to his neck he placed his right index and middle finger on the topaz resting there and closed his eyes in concentration for a moment before taking them down and looking towards his left where a topaz carbuncle appeared, "Kedah I need you to help lift this guys arm so I can slow the blood loss out this wound, but be careful of his other injuries and don't disturb the other healer."

Izmina · **06-16-2014, 08:21 PM**

Shaking her head and pushing worry some thoughts of the injured Nuhn out of her mind, K'zhumi focused on her injured patient. Using bits of thread and small bursts of aether she worked to tie off the many veins that were leaking life blood onto the sands below. One ear twitched as the other healer summoned the small yellow animal, but she quickly forgot about it as the devastating injury claimed her total attention.

Spotting a particularly deep wound to the side of the sternum, Zhumi moved bits of torn flesh and muscle to the side to better visualize the area. To her dismay they had been covering an artery, as blood fountained out of the wound, she quickly reached in with both hands to secure the ends of the vessel. This unfortunately left her without a way to open and use her grimoire, and time was fading fast. "Outsider! Quickly I need your assistance please."

Xha'li Moui · **06-16-2014, 08:27 PM**

Xha'li looked up as he finished tieing off the cloth above K'hai's torn arm and felt his ears fold back at the severity of the chest wound.Â Trying to remain calm, but with a slight tremor in his voice he asked "What do you need?Â The Artery closed up?"Â Not waiting for an answer he started to whistle a soft complex pattern that seemed to hold to meaning to anyone but his carbuncle as the familiar gave a quick nod before bounding over to Xha'li's small grimriore and dragging it over before quickly flipping the pages to a different, even more complex design that looked to be more ink then paper.

Izmina · **06-16-2014, 08:42 PM**

With both hands and whatever aether she had command of without her grimoire focused on stemming the flow of life's blood, Zhumi nodded her assent. Hoping the stranger would know what to do.

Xha'li Moui · **06-16-2014, 09:19 PM**

Xha'li glanced towards his grimiore and nodded when he confirmed that Kedah had flipped it to the right page, Xha'li held both his hands over the pages while softly chanting as blue-green light once more gathered under his hands.Â Finishing his chant Xha'li laid both his hands down on K'hai's chest and closed his eyes in concentration, ears and tail twitching as he focused on directing small streaming of the aether beneath his hands to flow out and reconnect the torn blood vessels, and when needed entirely replacing small sections with glowing replacements to serve as the scaffolding upon which new vessels would grow.

Nauta Lyehga · **06-17-2014, 01:50 AM**

K'luha smiled at her young niece. Had she been missed? It was a good feeling to be missed. At least someone missed her, someone cherished her. It was an important feeling to K'luha, and the injured woman felt warm and comforted from it.

With small but equal bites, K'luha finished the bit of food she had been given. It was both tasteless and full of flavor. But mostly, it filled her with the sensation of home. Even the sand on which she was laying seemed to embrace her thin form with welcome homecoming. And tomorrow when she awoke, perhaps she would be well enough to meet with more family. K'luha carefully laid herself down next to Tahj and curled her torso forward. Her tail weakly shifted in the sand and wrapped over her leg beneath the blanket.

"I missed you too Tahj. I'm happy to be home..." Luha whispered quietly, settling down as Zhumi's medication took over her foggy mind. It was soothing like the sands, and rocked her slow healing spirit to a deep sleep again. A sleep so deep that the chaos that ensued within the tent did not disturb her. She did not stir at K'hai's entrance, nor Xha'li and K'zhumi's frantic rush to save him.

Yohko instinctively looked to his arm as K'deiki mentioned it. It throbbed achingly as blood leaked from the torn and blistered skin. Every pull and movement that moved his shoulder and arm seemed to rip the delicate seams of his skin, unraveling the bloody wound further and further.

The nunh's violently purple eyes flicked upwards with the sound of K'jhanhi's rumbling voice. They would move, of course. He knew it; it was why he had come to tell them first. The elders needed time to prepare to move; the more time, the easier it would be for them. He knew to sound the alarm, it wasn't a question of whether or not to sound it. Still, K'yohko bowed his head in a humble urgency. As his eyes were cast down, they fell upon one of his younger daughters. K'mih; Why was she in the tent? The question flashed vaguely through his mind. And his eyes followed her strong but thin form as she stepped forward, announcing her intent in a more forceful voice than he had ever heard from her. K'yohko's face hardened, creasing and twisting lightly as he considered her request. Only a faint beat of silent passed in the elder's tent before K'yohko answered.

"Do it." He commanded shortly. His feet twisted the sand below him, and he pushed his weight from his heels and turned his body to exit. The injured nunh ducked through the thick flaps to the tent's entrance and exited quickly. Although he tried to conceal his injury, his entire body sagged with the weighty extent of them. Blistering burned skin covered a hefty portion of his skin, and the blood loss made his head feel light and uncomfortable. K'yohko's teeth grit down, gnashing together as if he sheer force of will might halt the worsening of his condition. In a last ditch effort, K'yohko pulled the blood soaked shirt from his wound and attempted to tear it into a more manageable bandage. His attempt at a bandage was poor and crude, but if nothing else the cloth was tied to his arm over a portion of his injury.

K'nahli · **06-17-2014, 02:02 PM**

The sight of her battered father froze the girl as she stood in disbelief but a couple of yalms away. The man seemed mostly, if not entirely, oblivious to her presence as he pushed his way out of the tent and proceeded to messily dressing the grievous wound that was tattooed painfully along the length of his arm. He was truly in a worse state than she could have possibly anticipated; the most fearful part for K'nahli being that even he, the proud nuhn whom would normally stick his nose up at his own pain and weakness, looked to be slowly succumbing to the agony of it all - or worse still, the wounds themselves.

"F-Father, what..." she tried to question him suddenly, but words failed the girl as her mind remained completely fixated on the sight that barely stood before her. She blinked numerous times as some hopeless attempt at clearing her mind, her widened gaze momentarily sifting through the sands beneath her feet as though each grain represented one of her countless thoughts that swirled within her mind in that moment.

So lost within her own thoughts was she at that moment that she failed to notice her younger sister, K'mih, also emerging from the tent and hurrying off elsewhere, away from her father and older sister; her mixed expression and clear anxiety revealing to any who may have seen her that the girl silently harboured some unknown objective.

"...Let me help you to K'zhumi.." K'nahli came to speak again at last with a noticeable shake in her voice as her eyes zoned back toward her father determinedly.

K'nahli then, without so much as waiting for any approval, darted straight toward her father. Her small shoulder quickly burrowed into his side, her arm then reaching around his back to hook her grip across his hip on the opposite side as she attempted to help sustain the weary miqo'te's heavy weight. It wasn't much, but she hoped that allowing him to rest some of his weight upon her would, at the very least, bring him some mild feeling of comfort.
Having quickly affirmed her grip on her father, K'nahli subtly threw her eyes up towards his briefly, hoping to catch some glimpse of willingness on his part and not have to fear rejection born from his own pride.

Regardless of what she found lying within, she made an attempt to proceed on with him before anything could be disputed.

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