Sapphires study Sonnie for a moment, before nodding and accepted the hand. Her own still trembling slightly in the Beasts.
There were a couple of unsteady breaths taken, as she tries to push the memories from her mind.
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Sapphires study Sonnie for a moment, before nodding and accepted the hand. Her own still trembling slightly in the Beasts.
There were a couple of unsteady breaths taken, as she tries to push the memories from her mind.
Titania received an odd look from Sonnie in response. Annoyed confusion, perhaps? An expression that said 'Da fuck?'
There were a dozen comebacks swirling in her head about how nobody was playing games or laughing here, but she said nothing. She needed the Bright One to stay on task. Dragging her into an argument wasn't going to help Sera. So, she simply shook her head and just held the Nix's hand.
She starts rubbing the freshest wounds with alcohol, delicately dabbing the towels on the area and pushing the brambles out. It's an excruciatingly slow process, and she can only imagine how painful it must be for Sera, though, Sonnie and her are doing a good job at keeping her movements under control
"Huff", she lets a deep breath out. The easiest part was over, now she needed to bargain with the Wyrd.
She blows a lock of hair away from her forehead, before the healing proper commences.
She attempts to visualize herself healing the Queen, her arms flail in the air as if to enact a scene that she has imagined dozen of times already, pinning the uncertainty of potential to the most beneficial outcome. But the Wyrd just won't have it.
She sighs again, it was going to be a long night. She grits her teeth and begins anew. Second time the charm.
Lo and behold the portent as flesh knits and mends under her watchful gaze. She stands there, standing silent as her glamour turns into needle and thread.
3 successes
failure
1 success
4 successes
4 successes
Downgraded 4 lethal into 4 bashing
Thankfully for the hand, Sera tried to focus on the kind gesture from her friend.
As Titania began the process, she cried out a few times through clenched teeth. A few tears falling as she squeezed Sonnies hand. But it became too much for Sera to bear, and she soon fell unconscious. Perhaps between the pain, the adrenaline, the fear and blood loss, it caught up with her. But it made it easier for Titania. Her hand remained in Sonnies, but it had gone limp. Her breathing even.
The sight of Seraphina's worst claw wounds knitting together, sealing up, and converting into mere bruises? That made Sonnie smile.
The Nix passing out cold caused the smile to vanish.
"Sera?" A concerned Beast patted the Fairest's cheek gently with her free hand. "I... I guess the pain was too much?" She looked across the bed at Titania for some sort of confirmation.
"Yes", she replies, almost starting to bear the signs of exhaustion. But it's not over yet. "How are your wounds?"
There is pain and blood and tears.
There is resolve and a steadfast hand, worry and understanding.
There is Glamour and the Wyrd. Callous words of a women who had seen worse and knew that putting your heart into each and every hurt would only lead to hers being battered.
There are still long slices of rent flesh, but the worst of the Spring Queen's wounds have stitched themselves up, fading until only purple black bruises remain.
Sonnie Wu (1L), Seraphina (4B 2L)
Rest was what the Nixed needed. And she remains unmoving, wounds healing, but not awake.
Just going to have Sera remain unconscious/resting for a bit
Sonnie watched Sera sleeping peacefully for a few moments, then patted the hand she held and let go.
Looking up at Titania, she blinked, "Mine? Oh, right." Her shoulder twinged as she was reminded of the wound on her back. "It's not bad. Just need to clean it and stuff. I was more worried about Sera. She was in much worse shape."
The Beast turned about to show the Bright One the claw wound on her upper left shoulder blade. It had been a glancing blow, ripping open her shirt, but still left a bloody mark. "That'll teach me to let a Briarwolf get behind me, even if it was on fire."
Her nose twitched. "I can still smell the burnt dog hair... oh, sorry Venkman." The Monkey's sense of humor had returned now that Sera was out of danger.
"I see", is her timid acknowledgement.
"What exactly did you do?"
Meanwhile she keeps working on Sera's wounds.
Twice she sees herself spinning the wheel of Fate, weaving the threads of Glamour around Sera's destiny. And twice she's successful, in one of her vision, the Wyrd's kisses her lips and guides her elegant hands. It's the destiny she wishes for her Queen.
When she's done, she falls on a chair, all her energy spent. Droopy eyelids almost come crashing donw like the blade of a guillotine.
"We're done. She'll be fine. Give me an hour and I'll be able to heal yours as well.", but her mind is already floating.
3 successes
5 successes
2 successes
Five successes, downgrades two lethal to bashing. Heals 3 Bashing. 2 more bashing remain. Sera is safe!