RP:TOW round 2 Aftermath

This is a Healer's Guild RP.

Into The Woods

Synopsis Mahri is taken to the healer's tent after her duel against Mesodram, there Joan does her best to heal the she-wolf as much as Mahri will allow.

Mahri would have gasped for breath if she’d had any, her mouth worked to suck in air just as Mesodram dropped her to the ground. What the hell was that supposed to mean? Of course, her sins would catch up to her, eventually, and she had committed many. The cut to her thigh had already begun to heal, but the hole in her side was taking so much longer, and now with a crushed knee, the wolf would be lucky to hobble away at this moment. So, instead of doing anything, Mahri lies there, finally sucking in breath to fill her lungs.

Joan wrinkles up her nose up as the heavy scent of freshly spilled blood fills the battle area, she has enough sense to pull on a pair of gloves she fished out of her portable field medic kit as she makes her way toward the downed, she-wolf. The vampiric healer called out in a loud voice who she was towards Mahri, a glance passed over her shoulder to where Lita had been before Joan took a knee next to the lycan. "I'mma gonna gather you up here and take you into the tent for treatment Mahri, Lita is more than welcome to join us, alright?" She asked while taking care to scoop up the wounded woman into her arms in a fireman's carry, taking care to not jar Mahri too much. Once the lycan is in her hold Joan would spirit them into the tent where she had novices inside waiting to help in any way they can.

Mahri, at any other time, would have told Joan where to go with her instructions, except now she could use the help. "Fine," she grunts, hissing a breath when Joan picked her up. Lita is probably there, muttering things about how Mahri shouldn't have even entered the tournament in the first place but would still be holding the wolf's hand while the novices gathered around.

Joan lightly transfers the she-wolf down on the freshly made cot, taking care to not jar Mahri as she does. Soon as the lycan is on the cot a swarm of novices moves to fetch items Joan orders them in a loud clear even tone of voice. As Lita held onto Mahri's hand Joan would move about the she-wolves mid-section tearing at the ragged mess that remained of her clothes. "Sorry about this, gotta get the fabric out of the way before your own healing abilities kick in and try to heal the mess. Leather and cloth healed into the wound will just cause more injury and a very nasty infection down the road as they are not meant to be absorbed by the inner body." She kept up the chatter as she worked, it was known that many folks liked to know what was happening to them while they were conscious enough to comprehend, it was also for Lita's benefit as she was also with the healer's guild to learn and know.

Mahri might have broken Lita's hand with how hard she squeezed if the woman wasn't a vampire and thus stronger than a human. "Just do what you have to," the she-wolf hissed, silver-grey eyes closing while flesh tugged against the removal of clothing, dried blood acting as a glue. At least the gash on her thigh was nearly healed. The crushed knee was swollen beyond recognition and the hole in her side was still oozing thick streams of blood not quite coagulated yet.

Joan finished with the bits of leather and cloth she needed to remove from the midsection wound, she darted about Lita and moved to the other side of the prone laid Mahri, taking the hot steaming washrag from the hands of a novice, wiping up what she could of the dried blood. Her wash raged filled hand dipped in and out of the steaming hot water basin, and another novice held till the water and wash rag were red. She tossed the washrag into the basin and demanded another one as she moved about to mop up the rest, now having a somewhat clean she-wolf to examine. "Antiseptic!" She'd call out and direct another novice to apply to the gapping midsection ragged wound area, this one bumping slightly into Lita as he fumbled about. Joan would shoot the male novice an 'Oh geez, really?' look, she blew out a breath while shaking her amethyst hair. Another clean hot steaming basin was held out to Joan with another clean washrag and Joan would take care of the she wolved swollen knee. "Hmm, it shouldn't take too much of my own healing energies to help jump-start your own Mahri, it's a good thing that drow didn't pick up that weapon of yours you threw at him and try to return the favor." Joan joked in a manner.

Mahri bit back several urges to yell and curse out the novices and Joan as they worked. At least Lita was watching intently or pretending to while smoothing a hand through the wolf's hair to try and keep her calm. "Just get on with it," she growls out. If the drow had used her own dagger against her, this would be an entirely different situation given the blade was forged in silver.

Joan dramatically raised one amethyst brow, rather glad that Lita was there to help keep the she-wolf about as calm as one could get. Chuckling darkly the vampiric healer would forge onwards now that Mahri was about as clean as one could get a still-bleeding victim. "You know between you and Leoxander, I'd say you are the about even on attitude about being treated. Now...I know you are cold, and your body is going into shock as it tries to heal itself my healing energies might feel a tab bit colder as I'm undead, but I will force what warmth my body is drawing in from the heat inside here into your wounds, and hopefully, that spark will be enough." Joan didn't mention that working on Leo had overheated the vampiric healer last time, as she might have been one of the very few undead that willingly worked on a lycan. Joan would inhale and then exhale a deep breath as she began to draw on the warmth of the tent, taking in the magical energies to funnel into her and down through the messy bloody gloves she held over the gaping wound at the lycan's midsection.

Mahri growled at Joan, "Just get on with it. Do you always chatter so bloody much?" Being of few words herself, the she-wolf was getting tired of every little thing being explained to her. Lita hissed something in the wolf's ear before she settled back and let the vampire do her thing, her grip tightening as the healing energies were pushed into the abdominal wound. Her knee would heal on its own, slowly, but that through-and-through would have taken longer and Mahri didn't have the energy just then to go through the shift that would speed it along even more.

Joan lightly shook her head as the she-wolf growled words at her once again. Joan just couldn't help it, chattering was just a useful tool to help distract the wounded and calm them, something most healers did. "Maybe." Is her answer as she focuses the warm healing energies to knit Mahri's midsection wound. Yes, it did hold that bite of graveyard chill but as Joan said she was trying to lessen that effect as she was working on the lycan. Her brows furrow downwards as she stares at the rapidly knitting veins, muscles, etc as they work with what the she-wolf could give magically to help speed up her own healing abilities.

Mahri 's wound begins to burn, knitting together with Joan's efforts, and as soon as it's close to being done, the wolf is pushing up, "Enough, it's fine now." She can heal the rest of the way on her own and frankly hates the attention. If Lita tried to talk her out of leaving just then, she'd get nothing more than a glare. "Just take me home." Home, in Rynvale, where it's at least more warm than cold.