showsnopiety: (who left you)
Caren Ortensia (Hortensia) ([personal profile] showsnopiety) wrote in [community profile] pawnstorm 2016-05-26 02:24 am (UTC)

[Aisha truly was refreshing. Caren would have enjoyed bantering a little, back and forth, if only to make Alice stew and grumble. The smallest woman in their number had been about ready to explode for some time now, and she needed to lash out. Sion would have done well as her object of fury. There's something in there that needs to be laced anyway.

And Aisha could have enjoyed it.

But even as Sion protests, there's a beat of sound, and that is enough for Caren to shove Sion further back. She is prepared to take the blow, even onto death and-

She finds herself drawn away and into his arms. There's gold on her jacket. It's his blood. (His blood matches her eyes). ]


I'm fine.

[Her voice is steady, hard, and she makes a sweeping gesture.]

Pain is a kindly, hopeful thing, a certain proof of life.

[The pain, at least, vanishes; the blood may lessen, as Caren silently bucks her body against his from the sudden pain from the slashes she felt on herself. And yet, that won't stop her from repeating the spell, over and over, until she was certain that the wounds were closed. Even if she had ignore the fighting.

She'd let Aisha and Alice do the fighting while she took care of the healer.]

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