RP:Aiding The Wounded
Summary: After Gilwen and Lanara's duel in the Titans of Winter Tournament, Callum offers his assistance with healing.
Whistling Tunnel, Frostmaw
Talyara has spent most of the duel in worried silence. Her nails had left indentations in her palms where she had been gripping her hands in fists and her bottom lip was bleeding from gnawing on it throughout the whole duel. As soon as it was over, Taly was running to her sister’s side, dropping to one knee and trying to rouse her to consciousness. Hopefully she would prove successful and help the older witch up, slinging her arm over her shoulder, and leading her somewhere more private to heal her up.
Callum took a step or two forward, once Lanara hit the ground. See? This is what he was talking about (or thinking about, rather) when it came to fights and duels. Ridiculous. He eyed first the witch, then the druid, wondering which one needed more attention. “I can tend to them, if it’s needed. By the looks of them, it probably is.” Talyara’s already moving to help Lanara though, so he edged closer to where Gilwen is instead.
Lanara stirs as Taly gently shakes her, though the pounding in her head continues, and she looks shocked to see her sibling’s worried gaze. “Taly?” Wincing, she shivers, and crawls to her feet, biting back a yelp as her bare hip is drug across the uneven ground. A puddle of blood lies on the spot where she had lain, after losing consciousness, only minutes before. She gratefully leans on her sibling as she’s pushed to her feet, and she sways, unsteady. Callum is noted as one that offers help, though the witch shifts her gaze back to her sister, placing her trust in the one that wasn’t a stranger. Slowly, they slink to the north, where Lana would receive her healing, in private.
Eirik moves from his seat to follow behind Talyara and offer her assistance with moving Lanara, despite any issues that may arrive.
Kanna stands around awkwardly with her instrument clutched in mittened hands. There were more healers than she thought there would be. She wasn't actually needed here after all. A cruel thought bubbles up in the back of her mind, tauntingly asking if she had forgotten that this was the story of her life. Her nerves are only worse for wear when she thinks of her upcoming match. What the hell was she even doing here... Now she knew she was going to get maimed.
Akihiro notices kanna. he approaches her and says "c'mon I need your help, I'm still not that good at healing, maybe you can teach me"
Eleanor was no healer, and preferred to keep her distance from the fray. The rogue leader pursed her lips into a thoughtful pucker before finishing off the herbal cigarette, dropping it to the floor of the tunnel where it was crushed under the scuffed sole of her knee-high ebon boot. She could still feel the residual powers of the fighers' talents, and it brought a ghost of a smile to the woman's lips; part of her was tempted to feed off the dregs of arcane energies, but in the end, she left the tunnel, back the way she'd come as shadows swirled around her.
Akihiro looks at the devastated tunnel, still in awe of the battle. Still he got what he came for. Knowledge. Especially from watching a druid like himself in action
Gilwen was lain out, flat on her back, when the vortex finally dissipated into the whistling breezes once again that ran the length of the partially destroyed tunnel. Aside from the minor gash to her thigh, and the more deeper one furrowed into her flesh by Lanara's dagger, she had escaped major damage. Aetherial, who had hurried toward the fiery elf's side as soon as the duel had ended, reached down to help her friend into a seated position. "Why did you continue to use magic? Even after realizing what the runes did?" The priestess chided, displeasure etched into her features. With a grunt of pain, Gilwen sat up lazily, and merely shrugged in answer, “She was using magic.” Her reply was petulant, and earned a snort of displeasure from Aetherial, who then turned to greet Callum on his approach. “I’ll accept healing on her behalf, if that’s what you’re offering,” the priestess words were kind, and drew Gilwen’s attention to the storm mage. “Yeah, that’d be great.” Besides the two cuts that leaked blood profusely, she had welts and scrapes along her back and about her head from the repercussions of her magic use.
Kanna watched the stranger warily as he approached her. "Teach you...?" Her brows furrow in confusion. Had he sensed the natural mana reserve in her, or sensed the gifted nature magic within her? The bardess shakes her head slowly. "I... Am not sure if my healing magic can be taught. I can try, but my mana uses my instruments to work."
Akihiro seeing as there is nothing more to observe in this tunnel, other than chunks of rocks scattered about and the remains of plant life. "I should go. "
Akihiro listens to the bards words. "maybe some other time then" He then proceeds to walk away
Callum nodded to Aetherial and closed the gap between the priestess, the druid, and himself. Kneeling down beside Gilwen, he pulled a jar of minty smelling salve from his satchel. “It’s an antiseptic.” This was placed on the ground, and thick film of water summoned up and placed over both bloodied wounds. The storm mage applied force, without actually touching Gilwen, with his water magic, attempting to stem the tide of her life force. “I’m sorry if this hurts, but there’s no point in the antiseptic if I can’t get the bleeding to stop first.” He did this with one hand, while the other conjured an oddly pliable piece of ice. Callum handed it to Aetherial, “Here. Put this on her head.” It’d help to soothe the welts she received.
Gilwen winced slightly under the pressure of the water magic, and glanced quickly up at the runes to ensure that Callum wasn’t about to be punished for his use of the arcane. But the markings were yellow once more, and held no threat of repercussions. “It’s not unbearable,” she grunted, her words harder than intended because in that moment, Aetherial had slapped that piece of ice against the back of Gilwen’s head, in a not so gentle fashion. “You could be -nicer-.” The red-headed elf bit out at her friend, turning a baleful glare on the woman, who only pressed the ice harder against Gilwen’s head in answer. With a disgruntled sigh, the elf turned her attention back to her wounds and their treatment, before glancing up at the healer. “Thanks, by the way. Also, what’s your name?”
Callum side-eyed the exchange between the two women with a raised brow and a slight smirk. The lesser of the two wounds finally quit bleeding, and so too did the other, though Cal was forced to leave a bit of that water magic as a sort of temporary block while he worked. “Callum Rochester. I’d ask your name, but that other priestess shouted it to the heavens before your match, heh.” The salve was picked up again, the lid uncorked, and the goopy mixture applied to Gilwen’s cuts. “It’ll sting a bit initially, but the mint will cool off the pain soon. Altogether, I’m sure it hurts less than your fight, at least.” The Catalian tried to work quickly so they weren’t stuck in this tunnel for much longer.
Gilwen felt the bite of the medical substance applied to her wounds, and her teeth grinded together as a hiss escaped, but, as promised, the pain faded into a numbness brought on by the cooling effect of the mint. “Nice to meet you, Callum Rochester,” she said, her elvish accent lilting his name so that the r’s rolled slightly. Aetherial, who’s hand had started to grow numb under the weight of the ice, nudged Gilwen and silently notioned for the red-head to hold it herself, which she did- for all of two minutes. The cold got to her as well, and she quickly dropped the ice onto the ground, and instead rubbed at the back of her now wet head to judge the severity of the knots that gathered along her scalp.
When Callum was finished, the wounds were sealed up with water, yet again. This time, however, they were like thin bandaids, further aiding to cool her injuries. “I think you’re otherwise okay. And, it’s nice to meet you too. Forgive me if I seem a bit short. I’m not used to the temperatures here nor do I entirely agree with the tournament and it’s dueling, so I’m a little grumpy.” There were other reasons as well, but he wasn’t going to divulge further there. “There’s a pain-relieving tea I can offer you as well, if you think you’ll need it. I’ll be here in Frostmaw though, if you don’t want it right now. Or if something should happen with these wounds and they need more treatment.”
Gilwen shook her head in the wake of his apology and his offer of further treatment. “I don’t abide the cold either.” As soon as Callum had finished, Aetherial helped the other elf to her feet carefully, and quietly scrutinized the red-head’s features for signs of weakness; there were none. “She’s always grumpy,” the priestess mused in an aside to the storm mage, offering him a small, sweet smile before nudging Gilwen toward the bank proper. “I shouldn’t need the tea, but I’ll look for you if I do.” They’d stay in Frostmaw tonight at the Tavern, but with a good night’s rest, and food, Gilwen would be back in tip-top shape tomorrow. “Thank you again, Callum.” And with that, both women left.