RP:A Failed Attempt

Part of the Souls Out of Time Arc

This is a Healer's Guild RP.

Synopsis: What is meant to be a test for Eirik, becomes something more than what Sabrina had asked for. Ranok and Thamalys show up and only further add to the berserkers frustration. In the end the heal doesn't even happen and Eirik ends up affected by that mark.

Somwhere Near the River Banks

Eirik found himself kneeling near a small fire grinding some herbs with a basic mortar and pestle - off to one side of the bank. The warrior sat clad in nothing more than basic black cotton and leather drab; no signs of armor adorn his body. Though he himself is new to the healers guild, his herbology studies had already lead him to a concoction which has been used previously for things that were less then friendly. He smiles knowing that some good might now come from his studies, not just barbaric bloodshed. Before him lies a mixture of colors, purple, green and gray being adeptly smashed together. An agent which is going to become a localized anesthesia. To one side of the previously mentioned fire, a metal pot of water sits boiling, sterilizing in the heat of the flames upon a rock. Another few glasses of already sterile fluid sits near a bedroll laid out for Sabrina. Silver eyes shift from his own calloused hands to the pot, and the tools are set down. The mixture was good, and the boiling fluids are pulled from the flames and set off to the side. Eirik found himself thinking about the task soon to come.

Sabrina walked upon the scene, hoping to find a pair of friends she sequestered for this task. Today she hoped to get her vision back and she was putting a lot of trust in Eirik to get the job done. She was dressed in her usual attire, save for the captains coat which was exchanged for a long-sleeve number. The gloves are kept on, for the safety of others since this procedure required her gift to be active and unencumbered. The Bangles designed to stave off her ability are kept on a loop at her belt, if necessary they would be available should things get terribly out of hand. She was nervous, and it showed; taking an unexpected knife or hit against her person was one thing, but anticipation of intentional harm was wearing on her nerves. The idea, today, would be to cut away the scar tissue on her face and eye, in hopes to regain her sight in the damaged orb. She smiles at Eirik. Her hair is completely pulled back from her face and she takes a seat in the middle of the bedroll. “This is going to be fun, isn’t it?” There was no making light of her situation, but she could not go around for the rest of her life avoiding it.

Meri was not amongst the ranks of the healers unlike the other two -- Meri claimed no such titles and acted as a free agent more times than not. Her reason for being in the area today is to try and pin Sabrina down for an entirely different matter, what was going on with Emilia? Worn in boots were initially set for the House of Ara but a familiar figure in the distance caught her attention and she decided to venture past the place of healing and moves further up along the river to close the gap between herself and those blurred shapes. Meri herself is not armored though she is armed, alas with nothing more than a couple of daggers shoved into the back of her boots, making it so these weapons were not within immediate reach. Harmless. There is no attempt to hide her approach, nor does she try and keep her steps silent. Leaves and twigs crunch beneath those beat up boots, giving away her presence. Her gaze first travels to Eirik, unfamiliar with the man, but nodding to him nonetheless. Sabrina earns the brunt of Meri's attention, red lips curving up into a smile. "It seems like I always have the best timing when I come to visit you. What is going to hurt? Is there some way I can assist?"

Eirik shifts his attention to the nervous Sabrina, smiling at her comment. She had to be worried about Eirik and his own abilities. Certainly the Northman would be a little worried if he was in her shoes. Though, she had good reason to put faith in him as his skill with a blade is constantly under pressure. Just not within the confines of a surgery. “It will be,” he shrugs in suggestion to her. The task might come as a gruesome one to most, but blood is nothing more than red fluid to the berserker. His attention however, is snatched up quickly by the unfamiliar person, Meri and jaw clenches at her questioning. “When it comes time, I might need you to brace her.” There would be pain involved in this, hand points to Sabrina the target of his words. “I’m going to be cutting out scar tissue from her eye and face. Her working eye will most likely force her to tense as blade draws near.” He was speaking for her whether she needed it or not. Eirik grabs some of that sterile water and pours it slowly into the mixture before him. He moved his hands quickly, turning the concoction into a familiar paste. Finally, the Lycan rises and moves to Sabrina with a small smile on his lips. “This will only take some of the pain away. My knowledge does not extend to a more serious remedy for pain.” Only the edge would be taken off, maybe a little more.

Sabrina is grateful to see Meri, though she has suspicions of why the woman really showed up. She would not have news until later this evening on the Frostmaw front. Meri would have found, if she traveled but a tiny bit further, that the House of Ara was undergoing major construction since the flood. She directs the rogues attention to Eirik in his preparations. “Meri, Eirik…Eirik, Meri.” Maybe Eirik presented an opportunity she could seize. “How good -are- you at restraints?” While the Elfess had preexisting issues with physical ties, she had no problem with physical force. “Eirik is training, just so happens to be on me.” She gestures to the scarred wounds of her right cheek and blind right eye. “we are hoping for some gained function. At best.” Her attention is drawn back to the berserker, but she was happy to have recognized that Meri’s presence took her mind off the task for a treasured moment. She’d nod to Eirik, and at the same time frown. “Did you take into account my resistance?” Standard dosages for her body size and assumed metabolism were grossly underrated. She didn’t have the heart to tell him that his selection was likely to not make a dent, but she would accept it as administered. She had never experienced his concoction before, so really, she was probably underestimating him out of habit.

Meri would not even touch the issue of Emilia given the situation that she has just walked in on -- it was important to her but Meri was not going to be rude. Other issues were at hand. Not much is thought of Eirik and his clenched jaw, Meri would in fact have much the same reaction if someone unfamiliar waltzed into the area unexpected at a time that could be considered sensitive. Her words come as an answer to both Eirik and Sabrina, but there is no smile on her lips this time. The subject was somber and gruesome and not worth smiling over. "I can be of assistance with that, I am sure," Meri says, unaware of any of Sabrina's ticks regarding physical ties. Then again, it does not look like Meri has much in the way of restraints upon her. "Just guide me and tell me where you want me to stand so that I am not in the way of this procedure while I am holding her down."

Ranok arrives in his typically guileless fashioned. The air was calm and then it was not. A sudden wind whips and the sound of leather snapping in the air and just the trace amount of ozone. Hurtled from the sky he lands, two concurrent bootfalls on a bit of rock on the riverbank, being one of few untretcherous bits of land. Knees flexed and the body bows, absorbing the impact, but the recoil of his body was nowhere nere the force exerted. Given that this was Ranok, the assumption that shenanigans were afoot would be natural. A moment spent to readjust himself. Check that his hat made the passage safely, which it did. Another to tug the lapels of his duster and fix the sword that was off kilter just slightly. Once so preened, he was entering the ring of light made by the fire. Keen ears had caught the gist of the conversation, and his mouth was downturned, "And you call me reckless with my own body, Sabrina." Coming forward, he looks ready to assume the mantle of steering this circus. He had that look about him, "What, exactly, are we doing now?" Thamalys cleared the tree tops along the mighty river with a measured effort of those silvery wings, pacing himself - barely - toward the cluster of buildings at this stage not so far away. The wind on his skin felt like a whole mouthful of absinth - exhilarating, in fact - that marvellous feeling of being one with the air ruined only by the dreadful burden he carried within. On the outside, though, he did not sport that much. Yes, the mighty shapes of the Gossamer Halberd were secured across his shoulder by an awful number of leathery laces, and the kindness of the Frostmawians did result into a brand new shirt he boasted on his tattooed chest. And yet, no clothing would have fit those long legs, hence the Blue was still wearing those soiled, battered black pants he had when he ventured into the Cells days ago - a rather queer mixture in terms of fashion indeed. Not so high above the ground, then, the Spellblade did notice some figures along the waterway - one in particular, his keen eyes thought he knew. “Could it even…” he muttered to The Wind only, a split second after diving toward the quartet below, with a colossal swoop and the loudest of the thus landing heels first a good distance away from whatever business they were deep into. As such, he would have managed to splash a good amount of water around - he did not care the tiniest bit. On he went, cautiously approaching the four of them, the Guild Leader plainly aiming at. While furling those massive ivory hinges, the Spellblade eventually resorted to voice something. “Ma’am. Meri…” he would have added softly, frowning quite. Much would have had to be said and discussed about some recent events - but certainly not now. He shook his head, the knotty mass of his pearly white dreadlocks swaying accordingly across that tattooed face. “And?” he would have simply added, a long, bony finger pointing toward the Lycan. Yes, his features did ring a bell, and yet he could not label him properly - the same held for the fourth one. “That is an excellent question indeed…” he acknowledged the Avian, a brisk nod directing toward the bewildering features of what seemed to be a sort of a Man.

Eirik nods to his guild leader, closing his eyes during the act. She was only double checking his efforts and it was nice to see her worry written into word. “I did, twice as a matter of fact,” he points to the items dangling from her side - those bangles. “I’m not sure how those work, you mind explaining before we get started.” If they did more than just suppress touch he wanted to make sure he could have full use of it. Attention shifts to Meri, no smile over his features this time. “When it comes time, I can do that.” Suddenly Eirik finds himself shifting from the two knew figures, knowing nothing of either. Like Meri. Ranok is measured with a grain of salt, clearly not understanding his sudden arrival. His posture spoke of taking charge and Eirik just shakes his head; gods what have I gotten myself into. It seemed more and more people were climbing out of the wood works. “-I- am cutting out some scar tissue,” he was clearly getting irritated with having to explain this over and over. So he’d wait for the others to catch on to what was happening. “If you’re all going to be here, I could use the help. Holding her down.” Hand idly waves to Sabrina. Oh yes she was being reckless and Eirik knew as much. However, he wouldn’t pass this opportunity to practice his craft. The lycan, though harsh in appearance, is a member of the healers guild. As much noted by the insignia draping from his neck. Attention moves to Sabrina and that past is scooped up in an attempt to apply it around her eye. She would either accept it during her explanation or not.

Sabrina stops everything to gawk at Ranok with her mouth falling open. Of course, less than a minute on scene and he is already opening with insults. Her mouth shuts in an obstinate child-like nature and her glare is accusatory. “You know what.” She takes Meri’s hands. “Sit behind me.” She would hold her elbows back so Meri can see she is to lace her arms to both steady the Elfess, as well as keep her from striking at Eirik. This was a possibility. “When the time comes, like this, okay; Hook your arms in?” She taps the back of her neck. “… leverage here.” It would render the Healer -mostly- unable to move. Upon Thamalys’ arrival she is both pleased, and growing more stressed. What started as a private affair was turning into a real-time lecture since another of the Guilded had happened across them. She felt a bit like a bug under a microscope for a moment. To Eirik, she offers her best comforting words. “Focus…” and then a look of encouragement. “You can still do this.” His fingers patting the substance on her eye earn him a wide grin. “It feels super weird.” So, it was that she was mistaken, he picked up a thing or two when she wasn’t looking. “Keep in mid. This is the only time I will ever allow you to spackle me.”

Meri gives a nod to the two newest arrivals, but Thamalys also gets a quick wink as she is actually familiar with him -- unlike Ranok. The woman issues a reassuring smile when Sabrina gives her instructions to Meri, one meant to communicate that she was confident that she understood and would have things under control. Hunkering down into a spot immediately behind Sabrina, Meri settles down and prepares to do exactly as instructed. She doesn't go in for the hook yet, not wanting to make Sabrina feel uncomfortable by restraining her too soon. But when the time was right....That being said, Meri is pretty intent on the task at hand. Her focus is on Sabrina and Eirik from here on out. No Ranok. No Thamalys. And no additional small talk, concentration was integral.

Ranok bears Sabrina's displeasure with the same amount of sweat he always did. Which was to say, little. He'd have gone on about the circumstances. Open environment, unclean tools, untested acolyte performing a delicate procedure on her face and eye...at least when Ranok was doing his own thing, he felt there was a rather Greater Good aspect to it. But that was neither here nor there. He's shedding the duster, hanging it onto the air. Where it stayed, defying expectation and logic. Light begins to leak from between the plates of his left arm, seeping out and reaching forth. He's digging around in his pockets where the thing hung, patting here and there, "Hm." He was sure he'd left it...no. Seems that he'd forgotten his feel good juice somewhere else. Or was that because he never refilled it after giving it out to Alice? Or maybe he'd set it aside. Eirik's concoction would be the one to do. But what he did have was an excellent set of tools. Fine edged scalpel pulled, as well as a small trauma kit. Handy to have, if you led with Ranok's lifestyle. All wrought with his own hands, the quality was likely to be greater then what most else would have offered. "Forgive the presumption," as if he truly ever wished to beg forgiveness, "But I feel that I might be the one to do the cutting. No insult, but I am rather advantaged in that I have no pulse in the cutting limb." Metal digits wiggle. There would be no wrong movements on a limb that lacked the biological weakne

Thamalys would have ambled a couple of steps only toward the kernel of the action, his solid blue eyes ever-fixed upon the healing plainly underway. He did not get a name out of the Lycan - hence that annoyed pout curving those thin, grey lips. And yet, a part of him perfectly understood that within those very moment, the Wolf had much more to care about - to deal with, really. After all, it was not so long ago he stood right in front of the Guild Leader with a long needle in his hands and a swollen ankle to be pierced and drained. He did recall the nerves, he could have pictured in his mind the blackish feature of the Elfess staring at him like she was about to swallow him whole - well, her or Rohk, you choose. Beside, he was too marvelled by the fact that somebody actually dared to touch the Raven Headed - last time he witnessed such a thing, he had to drag the senseless offender uphill himself. Nonetheless, she appeared to not mind - too much. He could easily anticipate that the small crowd forming, not to mention Meri’s embrace, would have pissed the sodding hell off the Elfess, and yet he remained - both arms crossed, standing tall at a respectful distance. “Steady enough…” he would have noted, a long, bony finger pointing toward the Lycan, acknowledging - if not the effect of the odd-looking paste - at least his rather determined touch, not so easy to boast under the pressure of a number of absolutely unfamiliar faces. Sidestepping, he positioned himself close enough to the Massive Human, rather taken aback by the tone this bulky one put on to address the Elfess - the Blue was not aware of many that she would have allowed to do so. But then, he would have seemed Ranok was quite ready to plunge chisel first into the cutting business, something the Spellblade judged as definitely uncalled for - not having an actual clue about the skills of the Craftsman. “Oi! Wait!” he would have yelled possibly a bit too loudly, a single step taking toward the already charging shapes of the Human. “I mean: Ma’am, is it not this particular healing in the hopefully quite capable hands of one of the Guild? Would you reckon we are going to need the apparently flawless contribution of this chisel-bearer?” he inquired, his tone flat as a frozen lake, eyes darting still to the Elfess, a single droplet of what seemed to be blue ink dribbling from the very tip of his index finger, still high up into the air.

Eirik shakes his head at her comment. If she had allowed him to handle Carlisle in his own manner, this whole scenario wouldn’t have happened. Sabrina would still have use of that eye. As for the paste, she might begin to feel the stirring of nerves, tingling and numbing around her eye. “Thank you Meri,” his voice soft and straight to the point. “The paste takes a little time to kick in, so it isn’t needed quite yet. During this time,” hands move to grab his set of tools. “I need to sterilize my equipment,” those words spoken as Ranoks own are noted. “I appreciate the offer, but this is well in hand.” Their location chosen on purpose, for the river and its less than accessible nature; For his sake and her own. This was meant to be done without the prying eyes of others, but if they were going to stick around Eirik needed to focus, not fight with the stranger. As Tham spoke again Eirik shakes his head, clearly annoyed with all that was happening. “I’m sorry Sabrina. There’s too much going on for me to concentrate. I don’t need to be arguing with each new addition. We will have to do this another time, when we aren’t interrupted.” A small smile is given to Meri in thanks before the look of frustration washes over his features. Perhaps he would have the chance to do this again. Perhaps not. It seemed the Elfess was far too important for others to allow the Healers guild to be, the Healers guild. The Lycan packs up his equipment without further word, giving each a smile, though irritation clearly rang through. “Have a good evening.” The sterilized water is used to put out the flames, and the lycan scoops up his herbal remedy. He didn’t need it analyzed by strangers. Without further word, the lycan is gone, waiving a hand back at the group. Too many chefs in the pot.

Sabrina reaches behind her and gives Meri’s knees a squeeze. This was it. She exhales solidly and gives Eirik the nod to proceed. When Ranok bursts into action she leans back like she is trying to flee. “No… You are -not- touching me.” To invade on the Master Healer’s decision on this? Who the hell did he think he was? This was Eirik’s evaluation, not revenge of the Runesmith with ‘no pulse.’ She nods to Thamalys. “This -is-in fact in quite capable hands of a Guilded member…” and she glares angrily at Ranok. “You, can about piss off.” For most gathered here it was truly not a side of the Elfess they had seen before. She was practically seething. By now the numbing agents on her face would have taken effect, and truly, she couldn’t feel anything beyond a large empty weight that hung from her bones. She keeps opening and closing her mouth to verify the existence of any meat that might remain there still. “Eirik… its time.” For all of Ranok’s good deeds, he sure knew how to wash it all away in a single gesture. To undermine her, in front of two of her people… he had some goddamn nerve. And she turns to the Lycan with slumped shoulders. The mixture is wiped from her face and she rises, bowing to her company and slapping the side of her face to try and regain some feeling. “Is there anything else, that enyone would like to add… the evaluation is postponed.” Another glare at Ranok. “As difficult a procedure as it is, it can not be done when the Healer in question can not fraking concentrate.” She points at the Runesmith. “Its my goddamn eye.”

Ranok was less then pleased by the response. A look at Sabrina, "You would...of course. Very well. I will not stand by and watch you allow yourself to be mutilated." Strange, that a man so callous with his own self would balk. It was if...no, of course not. "I hope we can talk again when you are recovered, Sabrina. I had some thoughts on reconstructing the House of Ara." The duster is picked up off the air hook, the light from his arm snuffing out instantly. Then he's strolling back to the rock he'd landed on, launching himself skyward without a look back.

Meri shoots a sympathetic look toward Eirik. Meri could understand the source of frustration. Every new arrival that has come has required some sort of explanation -- even Meri herself was guilty of asking that much. Others seemed to doubt his skill or interject with concerns. That was something Meri did not understand. If Eirik was hand selected by Sabrina for this procedure, why question her judgement? She knows whom she is comfortable with and whom she is not. A disapproving look is sent to Ranok, he gets the brunt of it. Thamalys gets a little side eye, but mostly it is Ranok demonstrating how good he is at making friends again. With Sabrina still in front of her, Meri whispers a hushed suggestion to her.

Thamalys was in equal measure relieved and annoyed by the sudden disappearance of the Huge Man - the look in the Elfess eyes promising some strong words to be spilled soon after, he was rather confident about that. More importantly, the Blue would have surely taken notice of the Lycan abandoning the scene. He shook his head, a tiny part of him feeling quite guilty for having contributed at overpopulating the scene - he did not even get a name out of him! Yet another urgent matter: what about the Elfess face in the end? For one thing, he knew better than to ask about it. As such, he would have just reached the duo, sitting right in front of the Raven Head, legs crossed, the palms of his hands on the very ground. “So. What was his name? The Healer, not the Chisel-Bearer - obviously. He had too large an audience indeed, and for being a part of it I do apologise. Seem to have quite a steady hand, though…” and as such, he would have, for a brief time, engaged in a conversation silly enough to hopefully wash some part of the lingering anger away. Some more ointments would have casually be produced, almost surely not even looked upon by the Elfess nor by the Tattooed One as well. Not too long he had, though - he had an icy business to take care of, one even more pressing than the dreadful matters to discuss at hands with the two. With a final display of manners, he would have left, by feet, the silvery-clad feathers ringing aloud along the sound of the water near by.

Sabrina did not blame Eirik, truth be told she was so set to boil now it would be ill advised to continue on with this idea. Sabrina nods to Meri and whispers something back. She stands, collecting the articles that Eirik left behind. “But, I better go check on him, he tends to get a little… hunty.” Especially when irritated. She smiles at Meri and Thamalys. “Please forgive me, I feel responsible for all of this.” The Blue is granted a reassuring smile. “Guild business includes anyone willing to support our fellow members. You did good.” She felt he was like an adopted child sometimes, always so concerned about overstepping. True, he was a confusing bird, but his intentions were admirable. She finishes packing the scene, irritated, yet relieved. The pain would have to be dealt with at another time, and for now... she needed to find hat Lycan before he took his irritation out where it needn’t be.

Meri mouths a sort of 'oh' word to Sabrina at whatever the healer has whispered right back. Well then! That idea was shot down. Up to her feet the woman goes, "If you need assistance in the future you need but send word and you will have my help. Same stomping grounds, the castle in Gualon or the parlor out in Rynvale." Those words are aimed to Sabrina. The artist is already moving southward, looking to escape Larket and give Sabrina a chance to unwind from all of the drama. A smile once more to Thamalys and then the blonde is off and on her way. ooc: Almost free from work! Back later.

Sabrina Finds Eirik Later

The Northman seethed in anger; its noted sense of hostility practically dripped from his pours like sweat. ‘Bam’, the audible thud of bare fist smashing into some helpless tree, caring little for any who might wander on through. He didn’t have his weapons, his armor and he was sure that a transformation would lead to more stressful situations. Those eyes of his, portrayed nothing to the world beyond. Lifeless lids blink as if he is affixed in some trance, which is also true. Eiriks mind was quick to wrath and anger, just by his very nature as a Berserker and those strangers had tested his limits beyond measure. There was no controlling the beast with in. Again another hard thud berates the landscape, knuckles already cut open, bruised and bloody. The tree taking a whollop with every strike. The equipment the herbologist carried, lays tossed off in the distance. Evidenced by only a small portion sticking up and out of the pile of mud, water and muck. He was far too lost to give a damn anyway. For now, he needed to rid himself of stress, and this tree before him had become the target of his anger.

Sabrina didn’t need to be a tracker to find him here. There was enough damage leading to this trail left in his wake. ‘Bam’ She cringes, but she is confident the tree had seen worse. ‘Bam’ Okay, maybe not. She could almost feel it complaining as it sheds a light dusting of leaves, falling all the way from its highest arches. She sighs but moves hastily to prevent another ‘Bam.’ Stupidly, she is reaching for his arm in an effort to still another swing. “Lle naa belegohtar.” She is very soft, looking up at him with that one blackened eye with a vivid green iris floating within the abyss. “Amin, belegohtar.” She looks scared for him, his rage is bleeding from his pores. She’d strain every inch of her to steal an emotionally drenched kiss from him. “Seasamin...” And a cool hand to slide along the back of his neck, if he permitted… “A'maelamin.” Only pieces of those words she had taught him, all implied he was her-something. The way she spoke might’ve raised some flags, not entirely of her fault or in her favor. Elfspeech was usually only gifted to those of the blood or at least very dear. It was soothing, yet foggy, no trick of the mind but easily mistaken for a magic. Bards masteryesed the technique, for the River’s it was something laced in their heritage.

Eirik’s fist rears back for another bone jarring strike only to be halted by that all consuming touch. For but the briefest of moments, her soothing touch floods his mind. Though to Sabrina, something unheard of might strike her silly. Eyes, transfix on her, as if looking through his beautiful partner; not at her. That mark on his arm, sparking to life in an instant. Words flood his mind, tempering madness with the words of shadow. His slow fight towards acceptance of her touch also did not help. The purple glow strikes out in a bright flash, jaws clench and teeth nearly buckle and snap beneath the pressure. She would have to do something more drastic to reach his minds eye. That kiss, falls on lips that do not respond. She was looking into the belly of the beast and his breath more like snorts full of air. What the hell was she thinking? Eirik is -not- her ‘-Amin-, in these moments. With the seriousness of the duels, his berserking rituals, and the stress of what just happened, that mark made its presence known yet again. The mark dies out suddenly. Words stop in his minds eye, and Sabrina’s touch finally pulls him free of the world of violence. He breathes heavily, still uttering no words. Hands dripping with blood, knuckles sore and that tree showed evidence of many strikes, not just the few she had been privy too. “I’m sorry,” eyes drain of anger.

Sabrina is looking at him with residual terror. What just overcame him she was not accustomed to, the delay in her efforts never pushed to such limits. She is shaking, pale, and so very small before him. For a moment she could feel him gone, no, buried- far beyond her reach. The pressure radiating from that purple flash took layers from her exposed flesh, in some points down to the meat. She flinches but instead of letting him go her grip tightens to the white bone of knuckle. It was oh so dark, a kind that Artia used on her once before… so unnatural. Her heightened state of awareness near pixels the flesh back together, sections of it still building when he finally takes focus. It didn’t hurt in the way some might expect, more like a stain against her existence. The dark magic had been conspiring against her, like it was waiting until this opportune moment to strike her the way she struck it so many nights ago. With her face still numb as it was it was doubtful she suffered any real pain from it. She takes a few suspended moments that converge on time itself, as if the whole world stopped to listen to her breath cold and lonely in the night. Her hands move to his knuckles, his blood staining her pale skin. “Are you with me?” Her eyes are filling with tears. What was this force? And how do they get rid of it?

Eirik was still grasping at the straws of his sanity and hadn’t quite realized Sabrina had come to pain, but all of that ran through his mind at the extended contact. Suddenly eyes look to her hand, and back up to her eyes. “I’m so sorry Sabrina.” Arm moves to pull itself free of her grasp. What the hell just happened? His knuckles throbbed, eyes move to the hurt pair of items and suddenly Eirik is in disbelief. He hadn’t lost control of his rage in ages. Totally just blacked it out; thank the forces that be Sabrina had showed when she did. “I.” He didn’t want her to touch him, at all, for fear that something else might happen. Though he knew that right now, he was a very real threat to the world around him at large. “I need to go see the mages.” He moves his sights from her to the horizon. “Can you keep me sane?” It was a moment of weakness. A moment only given to her while terror filled his eyes. Those voices. This was a task of burden, one he did not wish her to bare. Though he thought there might be no other choice.

Sabrina wraps her arms around his middle, burying her face in his chest. “I can love you.” For whatever it was worth. She was so shaken her defenses were worthless, pouring that genuine and unfiltered affection into him unbeknownst. It was a thing she held back from so many for so long, a standard in bottling- because the last time it happened… she didn’t want to think of it. Her words were soft, so delicate in admitting her weakness which was only him. His heart, and now his soul. She was crying down there, rich sobs soaking his garb and dear gods she was squeezing him tighter than one would think her tiny little arms would be capable. None had brought the elfess to her knees such as this. She was weak. She didn’t want him to see this, but there it was.

Eirik takes only a moment to realize the strength of that grasp and translates it to mean exactly what she was displaying. His own arms move to pull her to his frame, embracing her in the only way he knew how too. Her words ringing in his ears, knowing the truth behind them. He wouldn’t have let such a moment of weakness to pass before anyone else. “I know you can.” The lycan had witnessed this on several occasions. “And I love you too.’ He falls silent letting his own words attempt at comforting her. “But I fear the next attempt at my mind.” He was still lost in what had happened. “We should hurry.” He adds afraid of what further lolly gagging might bring him. Eirik would then break the embrace, waiting for Sabrina to do the same before heading to Xalious. Perhaps she wouldn’t be needed once they arrived? Who knows if she would stick around or run out of fear.

Sabrina takes his hand and doesn’t let go, not until he gets to where he needs to be. She could only hope his path was the right one, and soon they would find out together.