Unanswered Prayers

Swentzle Byström · 12-11-2011, 07:51 PM

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There was a small fear in his heart that he would not be able to heal the male, but it was quickly banished to the back of his mind as Caspa directed him to take an arm. He did so, having to grope for a moment for the thickly furred thing before slinging it over his shoulder. It was then he noticed the scent of blood coming from the male, and he hefted the boy up, lifting his nose to see if he could discern where the scent was coming from. He managed to wrap an arm around the man's waist, just below his ribs so that he didn't injure them further, and pulled him up so that they stood, with the white dog leaning heavily on Swentzle. It was clear to the blind man that he was unconscious, so he began moving him. It was when one of the much larger male's legs brushed against his that Swentzle realized where the blood was coming from; he could feel the bone protruding, and knew he'd have to set it and then bandage it tightly so that it would heal properly. He certainly wasn't looking forward to that.

"I think I can carry him on my own." Swentzle said, his eyes squinting slightly to see the difference in light. The sun had set by then, and he had only starlight to guide him; but it was enough to tell him which direction was out. "If you are not too uncomfortable in the building for a bit longer, could you see if there's anything we can use as bandages? His leg will need to be set." His voice didn't shake, though it very badly wanted to; setting bones was perhaps his least favorite part of healing. But when it had to be done, it had to be done; and it was not he who would feel the pain.

He began moving carefully down the pile of rubble, wincing every time he banged the dog's leg against a rock. He was so much larger than the rather small Swentzle that it simply couldn't be helped, and it took quite a bit for Swentzle to get him outside and to what he deemed a safe distance from the collapsing building. Then he laid the man out, and pulled out the herbs again, grinding them between his hands before forcing open the male's jaws and tucking them into his cheeks. Irinei was conscious enough to swallow the herbs on his own, for which Swentzle was grateful; he had no water on his person, and he wasn't very good at force-feeding medicine, anyway. Fovea, for her part, stayed in the building to make sure Caspa got out alright, hovering along the outer edges of her personal space and kicking herself as much as a cat like Fovea did. This was her fault; she'd been curious about the strange male, and had scared him into shouting in a place that should have been condemned a long time ago. Her tail flicked irritably the whole time she followed the white female, and she could only feel sorrow that her plan hadn't gone accordingly.

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