I'll stop the world and melt with [you]

[Alaine Winters]

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http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv28 ... _table.png); background-position:top; background-repeat:no-repeat;"> ooc: XD !! The girl was talking as if her maw was on fire, and hell hath given no fury as her scorn. Too shocked to be outraged, Alaine's emerald eyes opened wide as she waited for the wolf-girl to finish spitting hatred from her viper's tongue. In the silence that fell then, the young healer recalled the young man's name - Hemming. And from his soft, almost embarrassed tone, she caught the girls - Addison. It seemed they knew each other well enough, but were perhaps not quite as close as she'd first assumed. Those strange inverted optics rose nervously to this Hemming fellow now, but he seemed reluctant to give any more words. Well, one thing was for sure. If the girl had enough air in her lungs to give the healer whom was helping her such an earful, then Alaine figured it would be unnecessary to give her the numbing herbs. " As you wish." It was difficult to project 'miffed' into her accented tone, but the collie-woman did so with regal disdain, her blood-stained hands brisk and skilled as they sought to slather a little more of the poultice on the raw edges of the wound. She cast a quick look up at Hemming from beneath lashes to check that he was wary and attentive, before nodding slightly. Regal green eyes met those of the girl in warning a moment, and she gave her a quick, grim smirk. Then, twisting her wrist to achieve a clean exit, Alaine pulled the evil-looking stake from the wounded she-wolf's chest. She moved quickly after that, snapping back into the healers facade and forgetting all emotion. The bundle of leaves were applied evenly to the wound, seeping red the second they met her flesh. The young lady continued to apply them, layer after layer, one hand held tight to the open wound to stop blood from gushing out. A little bit of red oozed between her fingertips, but Alaine had withdrawn right down into her mind for this, and where some would feel queasy at the task she felt only a bland twinge of sympathy. " You, Hemming, put your hands where mine are - You must keep the pressure constant. Not too hard, or you'll crack her ribs." She shifted to retrieve a thick band of heavily-woven material from the pouch, it's hue a contrasting bone white against her bloodied hands. She gestured for Hemming to prop Addison up, and quickly wound the rag in a bandage across her torso, tying it sharply in a tight knot. " Now, lay her back down... Are you still conscious, Addison?" Speak think walk Table © Marit <3

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