Dragongal
Miss Medic
Arryn smiled apologetically and got out of bed with a quiet sigh, walking into the main room. "We can't waste time if he's bleeding out. Once mother has her tools, we - " "Atria, lass! 'Tis good t' see ye!" "It's good to -erk- see you too, Norim." That was Norim pulling Arryn into a bear hug, surprisingly gentle, considering dwarven roughness. "I believe we should perhaps hurry, though? Salutations can be put off a bit, yes?" "O'course, M'dear, ye're right."
The path to the mines was long, a thin layer of snow on either side, the path mixed by the stomping of boots into a muddy mess. Arryn was already tired, but the moment she saw the wounded dwarf, she set to work. Her mother stitched the dwarf's arm, while Arryn set to healing the deep parts of the wound so it'd stop bleeding. This was after much fuss over her return. She requested that it stay on the quiet side, but she knew it wouldn't, not with dwarven chit-chat going about. Hel, they'd probably have liked to throw her a party (any excuse to drink and celebrate) but she explained that she was quite tired still. As they walked back, Lenza said, "He would have died if you weren't there - we've always told them to keep a medical kit there, but of course,t hey never do. You handled that well. I noticed you managed to dodge questions about what you're doing - you didn't mention Dayn." "I didn't want to risk word of him getting out before he was healthy enough... imagine if we were both gone as we are now, and Matthias and Theodas weren't watching the house like they are? I don't want to risk him."
Arryn returned with a tired sigh, her hands wet from washing the blood off. It was only an hour after dark, but darkness was about an hour early because of the mountains anyway.
The path to the mines was long, a thin layer of snow on either side, the path mixed by the stomping of boots into a muddy mess. Arryn was already tired, but the moment she saw the wounded dwarf, she set to work. Her mother stitched the dwarf's arm, while Arryn set to healing the deep parts of the wound so it'd stop bleeding. This was after much fuss over her return. She requested that it stay on the quiet side, but she knew it wouldn't, not with dwarven chit-chat going about. Hel, they'd probably have liked to throw her a party (any excuse to drink and celebrate) but she explained that she was quite tired still. As they walked back, Lenza said, "He would have died if you weren't there - we've always told them to keep a medical kit there, but of course,t hey never do. You handled that well. I noticed you managed to dodge questions about what you're doing - you didn't mention Dayn." "I didn't want to risk word of him getting out before he was healthy enough... imagine if we were both gone as we are now, and Matthias and Theodas weren't watching the house like they are? I don't want to risk him."
Arryn returned with a tired sigh, her hands wet from washing the blood off. It was only an hour after dark, but darkness was about an hour early because of the mountains anyway.