RP:Mending Fresh Wounds

Kelay Tavern

Tyler :: A familiar scene unfolds at the Tavern that sits at the heart of Kelay. A cloaked figure presses into the establishment with little interest. The being makes it's way through the crowd of drunks and proceeds to the rented rooms above the patrons. Reaching the third door on the left a key is presented and turned allowing the door to open. As the door closes, Tyler allows the illusionary cloak to drop in the usual manner. Not yet facing Skylei the human proceeded to lock the door behind him. "I'm sorry I've taken so long..." his voice was filled with exhaustion and defeat. Turning to face the half-elf it would reveal that Tyler had been in some sort of encounter. A blacked right eye and bruised complexion he does his best not to look Skylei in the face. Instead reaching into his bag and pulls out a bottle of milk and a few biscuits. Setting them on the table beside her he collapses into the chair of exhaustion. It was clear that the illusionist had not slept in over twenty-four hours. A deep breath was taken before he continued to speak; "No luck on a healer. But I did manage to... snag a few herbs and supplies from that shop I mentioned." Without looking at Skylei he continued to rummage through his bag to pull out the aforementioned supplies including a field guide of first aid.

Skylei :: It hasn't been a comfortable day. Whilst she had fallen into sleep fairly easily the previous night, only moments after Tyler had left the room in fact, she had found herself waking constantly from the pain in her shoulder and lack of pain relief. Aforementioned shoulder had swollen from lower neck to elbow and had turned an array of different colours. There were reds, blues, blacks and purples swirling together creating an ugly pattern across the half-elf's fair skin. Her forehead was not looking so good either. She had been falling in and out of feverish confusion all day and her bangs were plastered to her forehead with sweat, highlighting the ugly, two day old bruise that had made its home there. She'd almost forgotten she had had company in this room. In short, the girl was a hot mess and Tyler didn't look much better. Waking from the troubled slumber she had fallen into at the turn of the key, Skylei attempts to rearrange herself, desperate to find some semblance of respectability in her current appearance. There is none and her efforts are in in vain. Through blurred eyes, she sees his face as he falls into the chair and this shocks her brain to process something akin to more rational thought. Her voice is croaky as she speaks, clearly in need of some refreshment, "Tyler. Your face." The comments on and arrival of of herbs and supplies go unnoticed, as Sky only has eyes for the injuries on her companion.

Tyler waves his hand in dismissal to her comment. "No coin makes getting things a little harder to obtain. Now stop moving. Lay down." The bandage that had been wrapped around Tyler's shoulder was soaked in blood and had begun to look crusty and soiled at the same time. He paid no mind to his own wounds, instead taking in the sight of Skylei and offered a sigh of stress. Reaching into his bag once more he pulled out a vial of a dark swirling brown substance and sat it on the table. He then pulled out a small rock and the small bag that contained a bit of Sage Mixture. Laying a small leaf on the table he dumped the herbs out onto the table and began banging on them to ground it up. After about a minute of constant banging he placed the crushed herbs onto the leaf and carefully picked it up to hand to Skylei. Shaking as he tried to steady he spoke; "This is to help ease the pain. Just put it in your mouth." Then reaching over to the foul looking vial he grasped it and popped the glass top before handing it to the half elf. "It will also help you forget the taste of... this." As he handed her the vial he scrunched his face in disgust. "Don't ask what it is. Just drink it. It's been enchanted at the mages tower and should have you right as rain in a matter of minutes. I was warned that it's potent... and painful... and disgusting." He sighed and leaned back. "Be careful with it." The human reached up to hold onto his injured shoulder and sighed once again. He hoped greatly that the potion would work. Skylei wouldn't believe what the human had to do to get it. In all honesty, he didn't want her to know. So now, he sits motionless and watches her with eager eyes.

Skylei pushes herself upright in direct defiance of his order to lie down, so that she is sitting on the bed, rather than lying cocooned in the blankets. The movement, and indeed any movement until her shoulder is set causes her a great deal of pain, but the half-elf does not complain. If Tyler happened to look upon her face as she attempted this maneuver, however, he would see her features contort into a grimace and teeth bite down hard on lower lip to prevent a squeal of pain. Her entire body feels as though it has been used as a giant's pummeling bag and even the smallest movement feels as though it requires a warrior's strength. She would watch with as much interest as one can muster when they are in such a state as the male crushes the sage mixture. When that was offered she takes the offered leaf willingly. Even a fool could recognize that Tyler was likely suffering worse than she. It is for this reason that she only places half of the herbal mixture into her mouth before pushing the leaf back in the direction of the male. Her mouth is full with herb so she cannot speak but the intent behind her actions is clearly visible in her eyes. She will not sit by and watch him do all the work and reap none of the benefits. As she is handed the vial of liquid the half-elf would raise a brow as best she could, hoping that it made her look dubious. It did not, she simply looked ridiculous. Seconds pass and her brows fall into a picture skepticism and she attempts to beg the human with her eyes not to make her drink whatever was contained within the flask. Had she known what he had done to obtain it she would not have objected. But she didn't and the talk of more pain filled her with uncontrollable panic.

Tyler eyed the offered mixture and then noticed Skylei's resistance at drinking the potion. He looked from her to the herb multiple times before speaking in a very calm tone. "I'm not taking it until you drink the potion." He continued to massage at his wounded shoulder and had to force himself to open his right eye multiple times as it kept shutting on it's own. "Trust me. Drink it."

Skylei :: Tyler definitely knew how to play Skylei. No amount of silent pleading seemed likely to change his mind, and so the half-elf, with one final thrust of the leaf in his direction would raise the vial to her lips and drink it. Her eyes continue to convey the equivalent of wounded puppy as she does so, though she longs to see him take care of himself more than she hates the idea of causing herself more pain.

Tyler couldn't help but pull his face back in a repulsed "ick" look. His brown eyes rapidly adjusted from Skylei's lips to the vial and over again. He couldn't imagine drinking the bile looking potion but he was happy that she had. If the description he was given was correct, the potion would immediately begin to mend bone, muscle and skin and it of course, would be extremely painful. Tyler reached out and placed his hand on her leg and smiled. "That's a good, Sky. Now... let's see." He arched a brow as he awaited to see the reaction of the potion.

Skylei :: In the few seconds it took before the potion kicks in, Sky once more thrusts the leaf in her hand towards Tyler, in insistence that he take the sage mixture. That same mixture has done little to mask the aroma of the liquid; it tastes vile. It is all Skylei can do not to spit it across the room and send the potion flying across the room in Tyler's direction. It takes all of her self-control, but she is able to swallow. Skylei begins to convulse as the liquid seeps down her throat and whatever the ingredients in it react with her system. Tyler had not been joking when he said it would be painful. It made the original sharp ache of her broken shoulder seem like a mere pinprick in comparison to the gut wrenching, mind-blowing torment of bone being sowed back together she is now subject to. The agony forces the half-elf to convulse and she grips Tyler's legs with both hands in order to steady herself. Vomit rises from her stomach and the half-elf swallows it back down, terrified that if she was to expel the contents of her stomach, whatever good the potion was supposed to do would be ineffective. She daren't even open her mouth for fear of vomiting profusely and in the position that she had balanced herself in, if she did vomit it would land all over the male's lap. She doesn't move from this position, she just grips Tyler's legs tightly, allowing him to share in her pain.

Tyler grits his teeth as Skylei's grip tightens on his leg, nails and all. The human places his left hand on her forearm and despite the agonizing pain of his shoulder, raises his right arm and places it on her good shoulder and offers a firm grip. He mutters random bits of encouraging talk such as; "There you go.", "That's a good girl." and "It'll be over soon.". He himself fights back the queasy feeling in his gut. Just the odor of the concoction is sickening. It bothers him to see Skylei react so violently but he figures it better to sit and endure the moment with her than to flee until it resides.

Skylei remains as still as a statue, tears streaming from her eyes and a small trail of saliva dripping from her tightly shut mouth. This continues for a good few minutes before the half-elf feels able to reduce her vice like grip on Tyler's legs. A few minutes more and she releases his legs completely and flops backwards onto the bed. It is only at that point that she dare speak, though the vile taste still corrupts her mouth, "In Sven's name Tyler! First you break my shoulder then you force that concoction down my throat. Do you want me dead or something?" She can't manage much more, as the nauseous feeling returns but it is clear that a great deal of difference has been made to her shoulder. Already, the pain has subsided greatly and, although it is still sore and stiff, the half-elf no longer feels faint from the pain of movement. This is definite progress.

Tyler rubs at his leg as Skylei releases and at her words he merely offers a chuckle. "You'd think that, eh?" The crude chair lets out a creak as he leans back allowing his weight to sink in. He takes a look at the leaf that had been pressed in his direction and decides to keep his word. Raising the leaf to his lips he tilts his head back and allows the contents to fall onto his tongue. With nothing to drink he is forces to rely on his already dehydrated fluids to try and swallow the sage. Coughing at the lack of saliva he manages to down the majority of the herbs. Unsure if the effects of the pain reliever are kicking in or if he is just light headed as the past two days finally catch up to him the human groans slightly. He picks his head up to keep from falling over and leans forward with his elbows on his knees. Rubbing at his black eye he moans once more before raising his gaze to face the half elf. "So... Feel anything?"

Skylei doesn't say anything for a good few seconds. When she feels she might be able to talk again without being violently sick, she forces herself back into an upright position. It is considerably easier than it had been earlier and it is at this point that Skylei begins to feel guilty once more. She is still a wreck compared to her state a day previous, but she is nothing like what Tyler looks like, "I feel completely better. Thank you." This is an obvious lie, but one she feels she needs to tell if she might be able to persuade him to comply with her plan. Standing up for the first time since arrival in the room, the half-elf takes the few steps needed to reach his chair on her unsteady legs and crouches alongside him. "Now there is the small matter of your injuries." Skylei would point in the direction of the vacated bed, as though she expects him to take her place whilst she takes his.

Tyler had zoned out for a moment but as Skylei crouched beside him he couldn't suppress his smile as he broke his stare from the bed to the half elf by his side. "I already told you once, Sky. It's not like I haven't been shot before." He chuckles and moves his left arm to rest around her neck in a kind embrace. "So, you think you're ready to take on a legion of orcs by yourself yet?" When the duo first met last night, Tyler had no plans for any of this to happen. He was so used to people being nasty and evil. He was built around causing chaos and harm to the self-absorbed people of Kelay that he hadn't thought in a hundred years he would meet someone like Skylei. He wasn't even sure he could call her his friend, but it was the closest thing he had managed to find to a friend since he arrived here. Yet, even without the usual display of hatred and chaos among the imbeciles that frequented Kelay he managed to still bang up this half elf. However, for the first time, it wasn't upon his own intent. Rotating his arm again as he held eye contact with the crouched elf awaiting her reply.

Skylei :: Hands fly up in the air in despair at his attitude, though it is probably too soon for an action that causes this magnitude of action for her shoulder as she finds herself cursing and wincing again. Her bones are literally still being sown back together as they spoke, so it is not surprising that this is the reaction such an action solicited. Even so, this is not the look she is hoping to achieve at this moment, "I swear to Sven, I will just rip that bandage from your arm and apply some of this to it myself." From one of her pockets, Sky pulls a tiny tub of bright green paste. It is made with valerian root and whilst it would have been no use to her injuries, its antiseptic properties may help to prevent Tyler's wound from becoming infected. In her semi-conscious state, Sky had not remembered its presence earlier and thus was desperate to atone for that mistake. "I was going to let you apply it yourself, but if you continue to be such a stubborn so-and-so, I'll do it." If this is a threat, it's not a particularly good one. All comments about orcs or any other subject changes will be ignored until Tyler submits and allows Sky to offer him the menial treatment she can manage.

Tyler offers a grin as he waves his left hand about in a mocking motion and ends the motion with an open palm to the bandage inviting Skylei to perform her requested task. The human had no intentions of tending to the wound on his own. However, he seemed to trust the half elf enough to allow her the opportunity to return the favor.

Skylei really wasn't that keen on tending to the wound but there were two things that made her begin the task. Firstly, the injury was quite definitely her fault and secondly, the half-elf hates backing down on anything that she has said she will do. So, gritting her teeth, which still taste foul following the ingestion of the earlier potion, she begins the arduous task of removing the bandage from his arm. The wound looks pretty disgusting to be honest, but that is what happens when you leave a wound without proper care and instead go gallivanting around the town looking for herbs. Popping the lid from the tub and dipping one finger into the paste, Sky warns the male, "This might hurt. I'm fairly sure it'll numb the pain after a while, but until then it'll sting." Without waiting for his consent to begin, the half-elf begins to run that finger around the outskirts of the wound before concentrating on the central section. This was not going to pleasant for Tyler.

Tyler remained nearly motionless as Skylei began working on his wound. As she progressed his caramel eyes fell to his lap and his left hand began to emit the familiar blue dust as he fiddled with his mana reserves to create images before him. As he constructed a small three inch figure of the moon he began to add some clouds that would float past in a calming manner. However as Skylei began rubbing the paste about Tyler would bite the inside of his lip and close his eyes tightly for a moment which would cause the image to falter as he becomes distracted. Yet after he regains his bearings he focuses once more on his lap and proceeds to add stars and the occasional bat that will fly across the lunar scene. As he spoke his voice was quiet and very distant. The exhaustion had caught up with him and the lively stranger Skylei had met last night seemed to be long gone. "You don't have to do this y'know."

Skylei doesn't take her eyes off of her task. She would pause for a few seconds before dipping her finger back into the paste and continuing her work. It was slow, smooth and methodical; the half-elf had no desire to cause any more pain than was absolutely necessary, "I do." She would begin to massage the excess paste o her fingers into the skin surrounding the wound, suggesting that the particularly agonizing part was over. By way of explanation for her action she would add, "Y'know, it's like, I quite like you. I'd rather you didn't die."

Tyler chuckled for a moment and muttered; "That's the sweetest thing anyone's ever said to me." He would then fall quiet as he continued playing the role of puppeteer on his lap. The images of the night sky would slowly fade as Tyler began to illustrate a group of wild stallions charging through the open plains, followed by flawless replications of the Xalious Tree occupied by care free innocents and then hard working dwarves in the mines of the north. Mindlessly crafting things he had seen while he waits for Skylei to finish her work. He had managed to completely ignore any pain at this point. Completely lost in his own thoughts.

Skylei doesn't know quite what to say to that. She just hopes that he is joking because if his words are true then she can only feel incredibly sorry for him. Finishing her work, she would glance into the pot of salve. Half of it has been used, in spite of the fact that, in all likelihood, a very small amount would have served the purpose equally well. She is unwilling to take any risks when it comes to this one, however. Moving from her spot, to search for a fresh bandage, Sky can spy no such thing. She is loath to put the old bandage, soaked in blood and general gore back onto the now, hopefully clean wound. Looking to Tyler she considers asking him where she might obtain one, but he is lost in his own illusionary world and Sky feels no need to draw him from that. Seeing no other option, Skylei reaches underneath her leather attire and rips a strip from the front of the cotton shirt beneath. It would serve the purpose well enough. With his arm bandaged deftly, Sky steps back to examine her work, "Not bad really."

Tyler would arch a brow and turn to look at his arm as the illusions that he conjured would fall to dust and vapor in a mere seconds time. Raising his arm he twisted it about and nodded. "Ya' did good." The ache continued but he lowered the arm back down to his side and the physically drained human rubbed at his eyes with his good hand before looking up at Skylei and forcing a smile. "You feel well enough to go downstairs for a drink? Kanos knows I could use one." He reaches down and pulls a small pouch of copper from around his ankle and dangles it in front of him. "Managed to... earn this." He grips the pouch as he awaits a reply.

Skylei would raise a brow in disbelief that the man she had met yesterday, who had been unable to pay for his own drink, had been able earn money in the last 24 hours. Perhaps this might explain where the black eye had come from. Still, Sky knew better than to comment or pass judgement and she would gesture to the door and then to the bed, "One drink, my friend. And then you must sleep. Sven knows you need that." She would gesture at the two of them, still looking rather shabby and disheveled, "Though gods only know what the rest of the patrons are going to think we've been doing up here. They'll likely think we've been beating each other black and blue in a lovers quarrel."

Tyler allowed himself yet another chuckle as he pulled himself out of the old chair and took a moment to regain his balance. "Let the drunks think as drunks do. Scattered and foolish." He caught the irony of his statement. Commenting on drunkards yet craving a drink himself. Shuffling to the door he neglected to summon a cloak nor armor nor anything else of the sort for once. At this point, he was too damn tired to care. Instead he twisted the door handle and pulled the door open and motioned to the door with his hand once more. "Shall we?"

Skylei would make her way to the door and slide through it before Tyler did. Her movement was still very much stiff and slow but, all in all, it was a massive improvement from the state she had been in mere hours ago. And she too was looking forward to a drink. Dehydrated and hungry, alcohol was not the greatest idea, but the half-elf was willing to ignore that. Reaching the bottom of the stairs and making her way into the tavern proper, the girl would lean on the bar top with her good arm until she caught Mesthak's attention.

Tyler trailed behind Skylei by quite a bit. It wasn't until he was halfway down the stairs that he realized how awful he must look to the patrons. The consideration of conjuring up a mask to hide his face arose but was quickly dismissed as he decided he cared not for the opinions of this lot. Instead he made it down the stairs, legs shaking violently in exhaustion from walking between Xalious and Cenril in search of a healer to no avail. Approaching the bar he took a seat beside Skylei and allowed his head to fall against the counter as he tossed Mesthak the copper coins and simply called out "Strongest it buys. For both of us." Slowly pulling himself up and wiping the drool from his mouth he faced Skylei and made a snide remark. "Told you I'd return the favor someday." He barely found the humor in his own remark as Mesthak laid the duo a pair of drinks. The defeated human wasted no time snagging his up and ripping the cork from its hold and taking a large chug.

Skylei :: The look that Mesthak gives the pair as he passes the drinks over speaks volumes. Here they sit, in the most famous tavern of them all, Tyler barely able to walk, sporting a beautifully bruised face and a bandaged arm and Sky moving with all the agility of someone four times her age, reeking of vile potion with sweaty hair plastered to her face and a bruise to boot. The hilarity of the situation sinks in as sky lifts the drink in a miniature toast with her companion, "Aye, I never doubted it for a moment. Though, I had hoped for different circumstances to this." A sip of the liquid was taken, the flavour intermingling with the earlier draught in the most disgusting manner. The only cure for that was clearly more drink. "To not being dead," the half-elf concludes.

Tyler returns the toast motion before taking another heavy hit from his drink. His mind was literally scattered and he could barely make out the words of the woman at his side. A million thoughts rushed through his mind ramping over one another before the previous could complete itself. He found himself blinking constantly, perhaps at a twitch even. At this point he couldn't feel much of anything and tunnel vision had begun to set in. He felt the urge to ask Skylei a few questions. The most prominent of which; "Why?" but the words couldn't seem to find their way to his vocal chords. Instead he remained near motionless apart from his eyes as he zoned out and stared to the floor behind the bar top. His breathing quick and shallow. This would proceed for a few minutes as Tyler continued to drink. The burn of the rum rushing down helping to numb him even further. He tried to muster something to say for a while. The words on the tip of his tongue but he couldn't seem to press them out. That is, until the he finally broke through and turned to his right to look at the black haired half blood. Of all the things he could've said, the only thing that managed to manifest was an odd six word statement. "I didn't mean to break you." His facial expression was blank apart from a glossed over set of eyes.

Skylei didn't notice that Tyler was having a strange episode until he finally speaks. It is only at this point that the girl would look up from her rum and over to her companion. The first thing she notices is the vacancy in his expression, the second is the discomfort in the way he holds himself; he is not breathing normally for one. There is something not quite right here, although the Halfling writes it off as the effects of the lack of sleep and the trauma of the last day or so. She would reach out and gently pat his arm; this time it was previously injured arm that performed the action. "Hey, hey now. Bruised not broken."

Tyler would only offer the emotionless expression to Skylei as she spoke. Holding this mindless gaze for a moments time before turning back to his rum the human would continue to blankly stare into the contents of the bottle. His caramel gaze frozen in time it would seem before he raised the bottle to his lips and downed the entire contents in a final giant gulp. Resisting the urge to smash the bottle he managed to set it further down the bar for Mesthak to collect. He still made no eye contact with Skylei but offered a quiet statement. "I'm going to bed. If you'd like, you're free to join me." At this point, Tyler slid down from his bar stool and the liquor had clearly taken it's tool. The weakened, exhausted, dehydrated fool of a man was now stumbling towards the stairs. As he pressed through he managed to brush against multiple patrons on accident causing some to blush while others grew frustrated. Reaching the stairs he goes to take the first step and misses causing him to fall not only onto his shot shoulder but also slams bruised eye into the fifth stair up. A soft obscenity is spoken as he clinches his eyes close together as the bruised eye leaks a bit. A stressful, rapid and repeated breath is given as Tyler forces himself back to his feet and continues to ascend the stairs. Reaching his room he fumbles to grab the key from his pocket and after missing the lock hole roughly seven times he finally makes contact and gains entry to the room. He stumbles across the floor leaving the door wide open with the key still in the lock as he collapses to the bed. It has been nearly two days since the man had slept and it was unclear if he was passed out or simply awaiting slumbers soft embrace. Which ever it may be the wounded man was finally able to obtain some much, much needed rest.

Skylei , in comparison, has barely touched her rum. She only realizes the disparity in their drinking as the male sets his bottle down on the bar. Looking to her own bottle the half-elf finds herself worried that she has lost her touch if a man; the exhausted, skinny, dehydrated thing that he is can out drink her. This thought is, of course, cut short by Tyler's announcement that he is headed to bed. The half-elf makes no effort to move from her seat as he storms through the tavern and back to the stairs. She does however witness the rather unfortunate incident involving the stair and her head is thrown into her hand in embarrassment and sympathy for her new friend. That is what makes her decision for her. As he begins to make his way up the stairs, Sky would follow him, rum still in hand. It felt as though she had a duty of care, a duty to make sure that he got up in the morning and didn't cause himself any more damage. As she reaches the room the still relatively sober half-elf would attend to the things that he had not; retrieving the key, shutting the door before sliding herself into the chair that sat next to the bed. It was going to be another long night.

Tyler wasn't quite dead to the world yet. At the sound of Skylei following him into the room the human would turn his heads from being straight into the pillow to look upon the half blood who now occupied the only chair in the room. He offered no words but instead his caramel gaze locked onto the complexion of Skylei. He remained motionless as his breathing settled from it's rapid rate to a steady and heavier pace. His blinking had also calmed. Tyler would maintain eye contact for a bit. However, with each natural blink his eyes would refuse to open as much as they had been with the previous motion. It wasn't long before his eyes refused to open anymore. It was now that it was a certainty that the male had drifted off into a deep sleep within, quite literally, a matter of seconds. This was made quite obvious from the snoring that would soon follow suite. Skylei was right. It was going to be, a very, very long night.