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Post by m!chelle--✗ on Jan 24, 2009 22:24:27 GMT -5
Jaclyn was barely clinging to consciousness by now, clutching at Varen's shoulders and gritting her teeth against the pain in her leg and head. A young elven healer rushed them into a nearby tent, directing them to an empty cot among several others where Jaclyn could be laid down and tended to. She was given herbs to numb the pain and help her sleep, and she finally slipped into a peaceful, natural doze. Her leg was splinted and bandaged, and her tender head checked for concussion. She was only badly bruised, the healers reported, but she still might feel a bit dizzy when she moved quickly for the next few hours. Once Jaclyn was taken care of, the healer moved over to stand beside Varen. "How are you feeling, sir? Do you need to lay down? Are you injured, or just tired?"
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Post by jenee on Jan 24, 2009 22:28:37 GMT -5
Varen followed into the tent, handing Jaclyn over to be examined. When spoken to, he shook his head. "Just...tired. The injuries are minor enough. If you don't mind, I'd like to stay in here until Jaclyn wakes up. Do you have a chair or something I could use...?"
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Post by m!chelle--✗ on Jan 24, 2009 22:32:37 GMT -5
The healer nodded, and fetched a short wooden stool, situating it beside Jaclyn's sleeping form. "There you are, sir. Anything else I can get for you?"
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Post by jenee on Jan 24, 2009 22:38:43 GMT -5
Varen seated himself, sighing. "No, but thank you."
Nyra stood next to him, having been guided away from Jamison's body by the healers. They were to add him with the other deceased, waiting for a proper burial. She sat on the floor, leaning against the stool. Her arms were crossed on top of propped up knees, her face resting on them. The sorceress found that she couldn't cry anymore--like all the tears she'd had before had dried up. Instead, she breathed raggedly, her mind numbed by shock.
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Post by m!chelle--✗ on Jan 25, 2009 16:34:00 GMT -5
The same young healer shuffled past a moment later, and glanced uncertainly at Nyra. "Miss...? Miss, you look pale. There's an empty cot right next to your friend's, would you care to lay down?"
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Post by jenee on Jan 25, 2009 16:38:21 GMT -5
Nyra hardly even appeared to have heard the healer, her face remaining hidden in her arms. Varen grimaced, then reached down to rest a hand on her shoulder. Her head shot up, his touch dragging her out of her trance. The sorcerer squeezed her shoulder gently, nodding toward the cot. "You need to lay down." Nyra gave him a cool look, but obeyed. Varen's frown deepend as she situated herself...feeling another sharp pang of guilt. Had something gone on between her and Jamison?
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Post by m!chelle--✗ on Jan 25, 2009 17:48:30 GMT -5
The healer seemed to take no notice of the hidden meanings in their glances, but she looked pleased once Nyra had settled down. She came to stand beside the young woman, and kneeled down next to the bed. "Miss, there's something..." she whispered, and then paused, frowning. "What I mean to say is... Are you feeling ill at all? I..." The frown deepened, and she shook her head in confusion. "I have minor magic abilities, you see, and I can sense auras. There's something strange about yours... almost as if... you..."
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Post by jenee on Jan 25, 2009 17:55:59 GMT -5
Nyra rolled over to face the healer, drawing her legs up to her chest and wrapping her arms around her knees. "What?" She didn't say anything more, her distant expression offering no answer, except to will the healer to gather her words together and say what she wanted to say.
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Post by m!chelle--✗ on Jan 25, 2009 17:59:49 GMT -5
The healer closed her mouth, opened it again, closed it again, and frowned some more. "Miss... Are you certain there's nothing... abnormal going on with your health right now? I can't quite put my finger on it, but..." She squinted, unsure as to whether she should voice her suspicions.
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Post by jenee on Jan 25, 2009 18:09:53 GMT -5
Nyra closed her eyes, and remained quiet for a few long seconds, fighting back the warm tears that threatened to spill over again. Letting go of her legs, she sat up, staring at the sheets beneath her. "I already know. Pregnancy, right?"
Varen gaped at her, unable to conceal his reaction to this news. Nyra's...what? Who did she-- His thoughts were cut short as he made a quick connection, and he couldn't help but glance out the opening to the tent. Jamison is...was...to be a father? A father. What had he done?
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Post by m!chelle--✗ on Jan 25, 2009 18:17:40 GMT -5
The healer nodded silently, gazing with solemn eyes at the young mother-to-be's face. "It's hard to tell when it's still early on, but that's what I would have guessed..." She blinked, and added softly, "Dearest, would you mind to drink an herbal mixture, just in case? It's so easy to loose a child in this stage, and of course the battle must be rather stressful for you..." The healer trailed off, uncertain as to why Nyra was crying. Of course she must be scared, but...
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Post by jenee on Jan 25, 2009 18:28:56 GMT -5
Nyra nodded, unable to object to anything, but also unable to find words to speak. She reached up to wipe the tears from her cheeks, trembling slightly.
Varen gritted his teeth, furious with himself and consumed by guilt. He hadn't been able to stop himself from destroying Jaclyn's brother, but he'd managed to do so before he did the same to her. Not only had he killed a sibling and a son...he'd killed a lover and a soon-to-be father. "Nyra..."
"I don't want to talk to you right now, okay?" Nyra snapped. "You were able to spare Jaclyn. You killed Jamison." The sorceress knew it was unfair to accuse him, but she was too blinded by suffering to care.
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Post by m!chelle--✗ on Jan 25, 2009 18:33:43 GMT -5
The healer cast Varen a distressed look, unable to understand, only knowing that any more stress would worsen Nyra's situation. "Please... Miss, you need to rest," she murmured timidly.
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Post by jenee on Jan 25, 2009 18:40:15 GMT -5
Nyra bit her lip, another shiver running down the length of her body. She inhaled deeply in an effort to calm herself down, using the sleeve of her shirt to dry her face. "...yeah." She forced herself to try and relax--she knew she was responsible for more life than her own now. If she hadn't been, she didn't know what she would have done. Even then, she wasn't sure what course of action she'd take. She drew her gaze away from Varen's pained expression, looking back at the healer. "Right...what's that herbal stuff you wanted me to take...?" Her voice came out barely louder than a hoarse whisper, but it was audible enough to hear.
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Post by m!chelle--✗ on Jan 25, 2009 18:45:05 GMT -5
The healer reached down and sifted around in a pouch hanging from her leather belt. She drew out a small vial full of pale green liquid, and held it up. "Here, drink this. It will calm you, and revitalize your systems."
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