Loktar Applies First Aid to Aelora

[20:19] "I know all of the basics and then some. I've merely not passed my licensing exam."

Was that a joke? It was hard to say but the man seemed in good humor. As he went about exploring the little clinic. Searching through its various shelves and cabinets for supplies he'd need to mend the injuries she sustained.

"You did well but I noticed areas of improvement. We can adjust your spell-selection and perhaps incorporate some more offensive magics."

As he spoke he gathered the items needed to create a sturdy splint. Namely a length of thin wood, some bandages, clamps for said bandages, and a poultice of lax essence. Then he returned to sit down in front of Aelora.

It was then that she'd notice he wasn't actually carrying any of those items they simply floated nearby within easy reach. His mastery of gravitational forces on display.

"You know... I appreciate a woman who can fight. However, you went into that engagement with your heart open. Battle is for closing such things."

All the while he began to look over her injuries. Triaging from the worst to the least offensive. Notably was the broken head-wing. An interesting bit of anatomy that he'd always assumed was added for decoration by Korethia more than anything else.

Gods will play god as it were.

"Broken, tainted with some corruption, and from the looks of it the beast nearly tore it off. You're lucky in that regard."

He brought his hands over her head and closed his eyes for a moment. Visualizing the injury upon her head and the manner in which he would attempt to treat it. If not fully than at-least to alleviate the pain and reduce further risk of infection.

"This is going to hurt. Bare it."

Golden light flowed out from his hands as his fingers began to dance. Twitching as the threads of essence laced her wing like a small blanket. The first thing that she'd notice was the wash of soothing-pain numbering mana flowing through her headwing and into her body.

Then there was the flick of his hands as that wing began to be slowly twisted back into place. Holy light offering support at every angle so as to minimize the pain one would feel having a broken bone reset.

With a loud crack the wing was settled back into place and Loktar quickly flicked his finger to the side. A splint zipping to his waiting hand and brought up and alongside the wing. Quick bandages were wrapped about the appendage and stick even as his holy magic fought to wash away corruption.

In moments the wing was in a splint and the infection was lessened if not cleansed. "I'm not skilled enough of an exorcist to fully cleanse this affliction but this should help."

It was then that he went to touch her and upon realizing his gloves were filthy. Quickly took them off, folding the apparel and sliding it into one of hsi many pockets. Black lines danced upon the back of his hands, the left baring the fiersome mark Ouroboros, a dragon eating its own tail.

"Here, where he's touched you its best to apply lax essence daily. This will help with the pain but your body will have to fight off the corruption unless you find an adequate healer."

Then he began to apply thin layers of lax upon the most blistered portions of her skin. Massaging the soothing ointment into her.

It was only after this was done that his hands came to rest upon his lap and he sat back down on the chair. Looking over his working.
(Loktar Mogrel)

[20:22] Loktar Mogrel says, "Hail, friend. Would you happen to be an exorcist by chance? I've done what I can but my skills are limited."
[20:23] Ren Kurosawa asks, "Hm, what might be the problem for starters?"
[20:25] Loktar Mogrel says, "An undead has broken her headwing, plucking a feather from it. His touch has left irritated flesh and dirupted circuitry. "
[20:26] Loktar Mogrel says, "I have set the bone, applied a splint, and some lax essence to deal with some of the irritated skin."
[20:33] Aelora layed on her side, allowing the wing on her head bent and bleeding, to rest without having any contact with the bed, her hair half bathed in her blood would probably leave some stains, luckly the bed was red already.

She smiles at what she assumes to be a joke, always oh so willing to accept the best outcome or imput in everything, her eyes following him as he explores the cabinets and brings forth the medical materials, her mind flies at him.

["My intent was not to fight... I confess that I did step in to that with no thirst for violence-"]

Unlike the undead- who from the start tried to bring the woman down, to maim her...

["I'd not know what to do if I lost my wing, that- That was trully lucky."]

His hand floats above her head, and the warning comes through and she brings her hands together in prayor the knuckles of her hands turning white as she allows him to work on her, the slow twist of her wing, the replacing of her broken bones... It was such a delicate process she understood why he was doing it the way he was-

CRACK

Her face contorted into that of pain, hands brought up, still grasping one another as she took slow, deep breaths... She couldn't scream if she wanted to, but she was strong enough to bare it.

Not a single tought of complaint even passing through her mind.

The bandages were applied and the apandage was secured, at least it would not get worse than what already was...

Her eyes lifted to find his hand, ungloved due to the blood that had painted them both, and quickly her mind shoot him a question, both out of curiosity and to distract herself from the pain.

["Tatoos?"]

She couldn't really tell if he was the type in her mind to have some paint on his skin, but as he spoke of Lax essence she would simply nod, turning her gaze to Ren as he walked in.

And lifting a hand to write

["Greetings Mister Ren."]
(Aelora Kasca)