RP:Healer on Standby

"Healing Room: Sabrina sits waiting with Eleenin for the combatants in this year's Frostmaw games, Xzavior steps in for a heal."

Xzavior slowly made his way into the healing room, his face twisted in a grimace and his hand at his side. The pain had finally caught up with him and he was bleeding from many different locations over his arms, stomach, and sides. He was not happy he had lost and was even less so that Des had just simply walked away without laying the last hit. Well, he had done a number on him but still. Laying against a wall he looked down at the hole in his side and frowned.

Sabrina was sitting at a bedside, currently discussing with Eleenin a book he had given her a few weeks prior. They seemed to have a rapport, almost familial in nature. Among the bouts of laughter coming from the elfess a coldness washes in from the door. When Xzavior slithers in all bloodied and torn down she immediately rises, letting the book fall to the floor. The shaman leans back in his chair to drink a cup of hot tea he had on the side table. “What did you do!” She paid little attention to the winter games and never expected today’s duel to be someone so familiar. She steps to the side of the bed to allow Xzavior access to it, Eleenin stands and exits the room.

Xzavior lifted a brow at the sudden exclamation and went to see who caused the noise. When he saw Sabrina he gave her a lopsided grin, "Should have seen the other guy." He went to the bed and carefully laid out on it with a grunt of having to stretch out his wound. "I fought Des and lost. Hell of a fight and I got more hits in then he did but I lost all the same. So what have you been up to?"

Sabrina frowns at him. “I didn’t know you were the duelists for today’s games.” She was almost scolding him, but her intuitions take over before she can become too angry over all of it. He wasn’t as funny as he thought he was, and Des? Was he crazy out of his mind? “That feral miscreant has zero self-control.” Many a time she had seen him resort to dirty tactics just out of bounds to his ability so he could gain the upper hand. True it had been some time since she had seen the Lycan but people rarely change, and if they say they do they are just getting better at hiding it. “Don’t ask me what I’ve been up to like we are taking a walk in the park.” Her gloves were off since she got here, though his blood quickly soaked a better portion of her sleeves and her front. She began to assess his wounds, and in finding no mortal wounds she locates the stitch kit to begin patching him up. No use in utilizing her gift if he was just going to waste it by living a life of reckless behavior. While most seemed superficial she would minimally inflict a healing energy with each touch and graze to encourage the healing process to begin. There was little to be expended here.

Xzavior let his head fall back as she checked out the many cuts along his body, "Well, I'm not any more." He said that a little dryly. He might not want to fight but he still doesn't like to lose. He was happy though that he gave Des something to remember him by. "Sorry, just trying to ignore the hole in my side." He was fairly calm through all this. He had to be anyways. The injuries weren't going to kill him. The lance had cauterized the wound as soon as it hit and the cuts were too small to case a major bleed. There was just a lot of them. With a sigh he waved a dismissive, bloody hand, "Don't expect to see me all bloody like this for a while. I'm not that stupid to go looking for fights I can't win. Just gave me a bit of a surprise."

Sabrina began her work on his semi cauterized gape. She wasn’t being very gentle with him as he made for quite a whiny patient. “You know I am not the one that did this to you, you don’t have to be so mean.” She dug her fingers into his wound, not particular care as to if it hurt or not, which it had to have been intense. The fibers of his flesh contorted, twisting and writhing about in great protest to their current attention. Quite quickly the burns would peel away from good tissue causing a tearing sensation to ring through him. “Stay still, this is going to sting a bit.” She braced his head with free hand, emitting a sort of calm that would have been familiar due to their past encounters. Her eyes went dark as night as the energies forced a rather quick and efficient bonding of flesh. Each muscle tendril wormed its way to become complete in a debilitating pain that may have taken his breath away. It was only when the wound closed in on itself that she would release him for a moment of peace.

Xzavior looked at her as she reached down for the wound, "Well yea, I'm pretty sure I'd be left in an even worse state if that was the case." He didn't know how she fought if she did at all but between her ability and Rohk he would be given a hell of a challenge if they ever did fought. His body tensed as she dug into him but didn't voice his complaint as he felt his flesh literally crawl back together and strain even more so when the burns were ripped from him. Closing ine eye he looked up with a half grin. "Glad to know you care." He lifted his head up to crack another joke before feeling her hand on his head and a wave of calmness. Only to be replaced by even more pain. Gritting his teeth he rode the new waves of pain until they finally stopped. Letting out a breath he had been holding he looked over at Sabrina with a bit of a smirk, "Sting, right."

Sabrina sighs, reaching for a basin of water to wash her hands. “It’ll linger.” She eyes her handiwork, inspecting his lesser wounds and finding they will come together nicely with the tiniest of touches upon fingertip to flesh. To his remark she continues her repairs, speaking but keeping her focus to the tasks at hand. “Rohk will be happy to hear of your lingering fears of me. Sadly…” A deep wound is located near his hip, the torn flesh shredded outward. With her tongue pressed to the top of her teeth, and lips parted as she fidgets with the mess she assumes a lower position, kneeling on the floor to gain a better view. A similar motion is used to seal of blood flow and bring the gash together. She continues, barely skipping a beat. “… I am a healer, not a fighter. But if you wish to train I am sure the halfbreed will be more than eager to jump in.” In truth, Rohk and herself did most of their sparring far from prying eyes. She knew how to take him down, and more terrifying is the lack of mercy he showed her. She could hold her own.

Xzavior shrugged as she started working on his other, minor injuries. "Not any time soon obviously, but he looks like a hell of an opponent." As soon as the last of his injuries were healed he would take a look at his arms and rub the spot that had previously been missing. "Thanks Sabrina. I know it must be a pain dealing with people who hurt themselves for fun." Coming to a stand he realized he still had blood covering him and looked around the room for a bit. "Got a rag I can clean myself off with?"

Sabrina hands him a clean rag. “You know there is a hot spring, I think North of here. Hey! Eleenin!” She calls him from the storefront. When he pokes his head back to see what she wants he gives a nod to her work on the Naga. “Where are the springs?” He qwerks his head to the north. “North east, beyond the mines.” Answering her question, he pulls back to tend to his customers beyond the curtain. She turns to him. “North East, just beyond the mines.”

Xzavior took the offered rag and wiped himself off. Tossing it where it belongs he looked back at the mention of hot springs, "Really? Well, I might just have to check it out. Care to join me though? Not always fun just soaking by yourself." He really wasn't supposed to be here after the whole giant incident he had here not too long ago. It was a surprise that they even let him here for the duels. He was going to take advantage of it though, And this seemed like the best way.

Sabrina looks around the empty room. It wasn’t like there was a lot going on here and most people were still out celebrating today’s entertainment. She picks up the few things lying around and nods. “We might as well.” We? He must have not noticed the pile of steam before he entered. Rohk was waiting outside like a gentleman, and he never let Sabrina walk around Frostmaw alone since the incident.

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