table © Alaine
ooc: can finish up here, if you want :3
He turned to watch her. She could feel it, that chemical lime eye, boring into her with it's brooding intensity. What did he seek to gain from looking askance at her face? Was she a living mirror to him, that he might see his own reflection better if it were judged by her own reaction? She was careful to hold in check the grimace that threatened to tear asunder calm composure, but the young woman was not trained in deceit enough to disguise the raw horror in her eyes. And she knew that he could see it there - Her gaze could not meet that of the cyclops, for fear of revealing herself, her verdict. Surely he knew by now that there could be no hope for that which had been mangled for so long.
She wondered, for an agonizing moment, what might have been if perhaps she'd the chance to treat that wound immediately after it being received. How much muscle tissue could she have saved? And for what - What kind of man had this Jefferson been in his past, such that he wished no more than everlasting agony upon himself? She mentally shied away from that prospect, not wishing to imagine what demons could possess an individual to so much self-loathing, such utter lack of respect for oneself.
He spoke, and his voice was brittle thorns, scraping against her waiting ears with its gravelly intensity. Her downcast eyes remained such, although they peeped up swiftly to catch his retreating back from beneath a thick curtain of lashes. He reached the door, and the grief for him finally loosened it's hold on her throat, such that she could croak a hasty " Wait!", before taking a few steps after him. She rummaged animatedly for a moment through that strange satchel of hers, the youthful energy cascading about her form such that auburn curls bounced merrily, floppy ears twitching to catch any reply of his own. Then, with a soft Aha! of success, the young healer pulled from her pouch a handful of scrawny-looking striped leaves.
" Jack-In-The-Pulpit. Grind it up and apply it to your, err... To the area. It might help." She knew the futility in her voice was obvious, but the young woman was a fighter, and her innate urge to heal the wounded meant that she could not simply allow him to wander back into reprieve. Nor was Alaine stupid - She knew full well that the male was unlikely to do any such thing (heck, he'd probably through the plant away once out of eyesight), but at least the effort had been made. At least, she might offer some sort of hope to a creature that appeared otherwise hopeless.
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