Ascalon Medic 4

22:56] Arlei shook her head towards Phyre, setting her small medical satchel to the side. A small chuckle came from her lips as she looked over towards ten year old, wrapping her fingers together in her lap.

"Nope. I want you to diagnose the injury yourself. Pretend you never saw it happen. Start fresh. Look for size, depth, signs of infection, alternative damage. Ice burns, scalding, rotting, infestation, occultic curses. The latter, you can find by just. . running your own mana over the area. You'll feel it." she nodded, content to sit back for now and allow the student to do their own thing.
(Arlei Zanders)
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[22:58] Ascalo looked at Arlei as she told the literal child to treat the injury? Clearly a look of doubt crossed the Oscuri's face before they simply held out their forearm for the child to see.

There was a clean cut that crossed along the edge of her forearm. It appeared to have the slightest touch of frostbite setting it. Evidenced by a slight purpling of the skin around the cut.
(Ascalon Zanders)
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[22:58] Declan Caelum says, "Interesting."
[22:58] Yandir says, "His staff was an azure, floating orb, of sorts."
[22:59] Arlei Zanders whispers: Don't worry, sweetheart. I'll do the stitching. This is diagnosis training and surgery planning.
[22:59] Declan Caelum says, "Eshmun."
[22:59] Declan Caelum says, "If you see this particular man, execution."
[22:59] Declan Caelum says, "Can't have some 'goon' doing this."
[22:59] Yandir says, "I'll be honest- it sounds like Briar is attempting to strike at Gehenna is all."
[23:00] Declan Caelum says, "Well, it would make a lot of sense to get rid of them before they prepare a strike."
[23:00] Yandir says, "Ah- I. Well. Maybe we ought to interrogate him for his motives."
[23:00] Declan Caelum says, "None o' that."
[23:00] Yandir says, "No dialogue, sir"
[23:00] Declan Caelum says, "If we stoodby and asked for the motives of everyone, we would spend years trying to figure if they are good or bad"
[23:00] Declan Caelum says, "But, seeing that they were ready to take your life, it would be equal exchange to take their own."
[23:00] Eshmun Hirai says, "Thing is, at the moment, all of Cruxati and more has been stated to only attack in self-defense."
[23:00] Yandir says, "They did not attempt to kill me, no, simply kidnap me. "
[23:01] Yandir says, "I'm unsure of the reason."
[23:01] Declan Caelum says, "---sounds like execution is needed."
[23:01] Eshmun Hirai says, "'Leadership' will decide things soon, or so it seems."
[23:01] Declan Caelum says, "Their leadership is shit."
[23:01] Declan Caelum says, "Which is why I left, and in the end of this year it'll be worse."
[23:01] Eshmun Hirai says, "There is a chance."
[23:01] Yandir asks, "What made you so hopeless?"
[23:02] Declan Caelum asks, "Did Eshmun not tell you of the briar-isaac alliance and how they wish to install Ilui into Cruxati?"
[23:02] Declan Caelum says, "As the -leader-."
[23:02] Yandir says, "No? What-"
[23:02] Arlei Zanders asks, "-- You didn't know about that?"
[23:02] Arlei Zanders says, "Everyone knows that."
[23:02] Yandir says, "No. I'm- new. Sort of. Fresh."
[23:02] Yandir says, "And mundane."
[23:03] Declan Caelum says, "And, as leader - Isaac wishes to utilize the Lighthouse as a weapon of mass destruction."
[23:03] Declan Caelum says, "In short."
[23:03] Declan Caelum says, "Killing Ilui, killing Briar, killing Isaac will stop the plan."
[23:03] Yandir says, "Or! We could... arrest them."
[23:03] Declan Caelum says, "Arresting them would be nice."
[23:03] Yandir says, "Rehabilitate them? You know. Ah."
[23:03] Arlei Zanders says, "Won't work."
[23:03] Yandir says, "Have hope."
[23:03] Declan Caelum says, "Won't work"
[23:03] Yandir exclaims, "Have hope!"
[23:04] Arlei Zanders says, "Do you know what Sin Magic is."
[23:04] Declan Caelum says, "I know, delt with them for SIXTEEN YEARS."
[23:04] Yandir says, "No, not really. Well. Not profoundly."
[23:04] Declan Caelum says, "There's no changing, only killing - as much as I hate to say it."
[23:04] Arlei Zanders says, "Declan, explain Sin Magic to the kiddo."
[23:04] Declan Caelum says, "Killing them, will solve everything."
[23:04] Declan Caelum says, "Sin Magic is a sort of magic that develops over years of depravity. It'll take away your humanity slowly, and give you the power of the sin you see yourself as."
[23:05] Declan Caelum says, "Slowly, it takes your humanity."
[23:05] Declan Caelum says, "And, as such, it slowly makes you less and less 'human'"
[23:05] Declan Caelum says, "You gain power, but lose people."
[23:05] Declan Caelum says, "So, by all means, you would be doing them a favor."
[23:05] Yandir says, "So that is what Ashalle is."
[23:05] Declan Caelum says, "And Ahmir."
[23:05] Yandir says, "I've only heard the term, but struggled to grasp it."
[23:05] Yandir says, "Well- they don't seem to have lost people. The Briar Locke flocks to them."
[23:05] Arlei Zanders says, "Ashalle is Pride. Ahmir is Greed, from what we worked out."
[23:06] Declan Caelum says, "There's Seven deadly Sins, each one of them is stronger than the last."
[23:06] Declan Caelum says, "Briar Locke flocks to the notion of freedom and power; things they will never get."
[23:06] Arlei Zanders says, "I helped re-kill a Wrath sin. They're not pleasant to fight, and they do not let up."
[23:06] Yandir says, "Well. Definitely not under Isaac, I suppose."
[23:06] Yandir asks, "Re-kill?"
[23:06] Declan Caelum says, "Yes."
[23:06] Arlei Zanders says, "Spiritual manifestation."
[23:06] Arlei Zanders says, "Of a man named Lucilius."
[23:06] Yandir says, "Ah."
[23:06] Eshmun is just casually relaxing in his seat, arms resting his head.
(Eshmun Hirai)
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[23:06] Yandir says, "Ew."
[23:06] Declan Caelum says, "All in all..."
[23:06] Declan Caelum says, "You can try rehabiliation."
[23:06] Eshmun Hirai whispers something.
[23:06] Declan Caelum says, "But, if that doesn't work, you have to do what will help the all."
[23:07] Yandir says, "It's always worth a shot. A life lost will always be a loss- and definitive losses are always a defeat."
[23:07] Yandir says, "I... I know."
[23:07] Declan Caelum says, "Keep it on the low, spread through the tribes what you do know."
[23:07] Arlei Zanders says, "Do any of you know who Lucilius was? Wrath sin, very shiny sword, hatred of rainbow fish and. . fish in general, going from the Sarradian that shot one at his chest."
[23:07] Declan Caelum says, "Don't let the devil in, n' all that."
[23:07] Yandir says, "No, not really."
[23:07] Declan Caelum says, "No one cares for the guy."
[23:08] Declan Caelum says, "I'm going to res.t.."
[23:08] Yandir says, "Have a goo-"
[23:08] Yandir says, "Well. Bye."
[23:09] Eshmun Hirai whispers something.
[23:09] Eshmun Hirai whispers something.
[23:10] Yandir says, "Sure."
[23:17] And yet already the ball was thrown in her court.

While it wasn't completely unheard of for instructors to jump right into hands on training with their students, it was still rare, especially when the students were but children themselves. However it was apparent that the woman wanted to test her knowledge of what she had already know as far as diagnosing injuries, but seeing as how she was present for the entire fight she didn't really need to do too much aside from look over the woman's body for any other unseen injuries.

"Ummm, okay I guess. I wasn't expecting this so soon. Caught me off guard a bit."

She'd let out a heavy exhale as she placed her paper and writing utensil back inside her shoulder bag before slowly walking over towards the opposite side of the bed that Arlei stood on, looking over Ascalon's exposed body for any other injuries that might have missed their eyes.

"I'm going to look over your body a bit miss. J-J-Just to see if you maybe have a cut or wound somewhere you don't know."

It was safe to say that the parts of her body protected by the armor were good, seeing as how the armor wasn't pierced all over and it was ice and wind magic that were used.

"So from what I'm seeing it looks like frostbite set it. A few other minor scars due to the wind magic. I ummm, I umm guess we would. We would start by using a safe method to heat the limb and help numb it out first and then we will clean it. "

She actually had just the thing to do it. Her mothers secret concoction that she used earlier to treat Yandir would certainly do the trick as far as the numbing and disinfecting. And realizing that her nervous face would lighten up with a hopeful smile as she dashed for her bag, quickly rummagingthrough it to find the container.

"Font color=ccccff>"Yes this is perfect! This is something my mother made for cleaning and disinfecting wounds. It also takes away the pain from them. It'll be perfect for this."

She'd untighten the lid off of the container before scoping her index and middle finger inside of it and rubbing a generous amount of the liquid on the wound, likely causing Ascalon intense pain for a few moments as the liquid immediately began to do its work at cleaning the wound out. Blood and tissue meat falling from the arm as they were literally burned from the arm, leaving nothing but an open clean wound, though a towel would probably be needed to wipe up the residue.

" This here is good stuff. I can leave ya some of it if you want?"

She'd turn towards Arlei as she smile and awaited further instruction to what she wanted her to do next, seeing as now she had finished what she was told to do.

(Phyre)
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[23:27] And yet already the ball was thrown in her court.

While it wasn't completely unheard of for instructors to jump right into hands on training with their students, it was still rare, especially when the students were but children themselves. However it was apparent that the woman wanted to test her knowledge of what she had already know as far as diagnosing injuries, but seeing as how she was present for the entire fight she didn't really need to do too much aside from look over the woman's body for any other unseen injuries.

"Ummm, okay I guess. I wasn't expecting this so soon. Caught me off guard a bit."

She'd let out a heavy exhale as she placed her paper and writing utensil back inside her shoulder bag before slowly walking over towards the opposite side of the bed that Arlei stood on, looking over Ascalon's exposed body for any other injuries that might have missed their eyes.

"I'm going to look over your body a bit miss. J-J-Just to see if you maybe have a cut or wound somewhere you don't know."

It was safe to say that the parts of her body protected by the armor were good, seeing as how the armor wasn't pierced all over and it was ice and wind magic that were used.

"So from what I'm seeing it looks like frostbite set it. A few other minor scars due to the wind magic. I ummm, I umm guess we would. We would start by using a safe method to heat the limb and help numb it out first and then we will clean it."

She actually had just the thing to do it. Her mothers secret concoction that she used earlier to treat Yandir would certainly do the trick as far as the numbing and disinfecting. And realizing that her nervous face would lighten up with a hopeful smile as she dashed for her bag, quickly rummaging through it to find the container.

"Yes this is perfect! This is something my mother made for cleaning and disinfecting wounds. It also takes away the pain from them. It'll be perfect for this."

She'd untighten the lid off of the container before scoping her index and middle finger inside of it and rubbing a generous amount of the liquid on the wound, likely causing Ascalon intense pain for a few moments as the liquid immediately began to do its work at cleaning the wound out. Blood and tissue meat falling from the arm as they were literally burned from the arm, leaving nothing but an open clean wound, though a towel would probably be needed to wipe up the residue.

" This here is good stuff. I can leave ya some of it if you want?"

She'd turn towards Arlei as she smile and awaited further instruction to what she wanted her to donext, seeing as now she had finished what she was told to do.

(Phyre)
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[23:31] Eshmun Hirai whispers something.
[23:32] Yandir says, "Uh."
[23:33] Yandir says, "ONe moment."
[23:36] Emerald hues watched the child as they went about their diagnosis. The Oscuri allowed the youth to take a look over their form. Shifting themselves about for a moment in order for the kid to see the various spots of their form that hadn't been protected by the armor she wore.

The Oscuri would raise a brow as they spoke of actually disinfecting the wound. It seemed to make some sense to them and while they didn't exactly trust a ten year old... Well what was the worst that could happen.

They'd watch as the youth took out some home remedy of their mothers apparently. As they started to slave the wound the pain was intense. As flesh literally warmed up and melted away from the wound.

"Hrrnggg, that hurt a lot."

(Ascalon Zanders)
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[23:41] Arlei sat there, legs crossed as she waited for the child to make their diagnoses. Internally, she was confident; this was a very, very easy wound to both check and heal. Even an idiot would be able to know what happened. A light gash, and some frostbite.

The childs notetaking was amusing to her. Either the kid wanted to review their notes later, or they didn't have very good memory. The latter would definitely cause some issues later in life.

As the child correctly diagnosed the injury, she gave a happy nod to her.

"Spot on, kiddo!" she grinned, standing up to remove her suturing needle and kit.

But no. She heard what the kid had been saying, but had tuned it out. By the time Arlei turned back, the child was already smothering some kind of unknown concoction onto Ascalon.

Her face went white.

Then -red.-

Her glare fixed upon the child, her wings extending outwards. The emotional aura that constantly drifted around her, generally peppy and happy, turned rapidly sinister, thick with fury.

"Kid. I said diagnose. Not treat. What did you just put on my wifes arm." she hissed, the flames that lit the room through the lanterns flickering.

Oh. She was -furious-
(Arlei Zanders)
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[23:49] Phyre stepped back a bit as the woman's aura flared, looking up to her with a nervous look on her face.


"I'm sorry. I just figured my moms stuff would be good for it and it was. It cured all the frostbite, got rid of the dead flesh and cleaned the wound all at the same time. My mother made this for me awhile back before she died and told me what all it was used for."

She spoke in almost whimpering manner as she batted her eyes at the lady who was now furious with her.


(Phyre)
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[23:51] Reached out and placed her hand upon Arlei. Shifting her gaze up towards the woman she'd make a small shushing sound as she started to speak.

"Calm love, be calm. You're scaring the poor girl. I'm fine it was just a little bit of pain alright?"
(Ascalon Zanders)
[00:04] Arlei pinched her brow, her aura receding. The flames in the tavern began to fade back into normalcy, lighting the area up once more. Her wings folded back up behind her as she dropped into her chair, pinching her brow.

"Its not just about the pain, Ascie. Its the fact that I don't know whats in that mixture. For all I knew, you could have had a horrific reaction to that, seized up and died on the spot. Things like that happen more often than you'd think." she sighed, running her thumb over the back of her wifes palm, her sighs shuddering. Fear, once again.

She turned towards Phyre, her expression becoming stern.

"I know it worked well, kid, but I asked you to diagnose. We were going to do this in stages. You were going to diagnose the wound, I was going to correct you on anything you got wrong, then I'd help you with cleaning the wound whilst explaining to you proper measures. I'd sew him back up, and we'd be on our merry way. Now I've got to make sure that didn't have any undesirable effects." she grumbled, reaching into her bag for some lax essence.

She unscrewed the tub and scooped a little onto her fingers, running it gently around the wound site. She took a good look inside and gave it a strange sniff. No signs of infection, no burning, bubbling flesh.

"You got very, very lucky this time, kiddo. Ascalon's an Oscuri, she'll survive. Just. . ack, forget it." she sighed, shaking her head as she shifted her suture spool to the bed, wrapping it through the eye of her needle.

Deftly and carefully, she began to sew up Ascalons arm, tightening the skin and linking it together with care. It only took her a few minutes, and she did her best to allow the kid to see it.

She snipped off the mithril thread atthe end with a pair of scissors and used a little of her heat to softly melt it, using wind to cool it down; that removed the sharpness at the end of the mithril.

"Alright, we're done here." she grumbled, sitting back in her chair with Ascalons hand in hers, her thumb resuming rubbing over the back of her hand.
(Arlei Zanders)
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[00:07] Yandir snorted at every reprehensive advance of Arlei upon Phyre, as if he found half of it humoring, and the other half... worrisome. Drakanites were, after all, a ruddy, heatful folk- quite true to their heritage, in the end of all considerations.

From his seat, he rises, leaning sideways, cyan orbs scanning unto Arlei's position. An index points at his sternum, which holds an unsightly, but seemingly cicatrized, singed gash.

"I- ah. Would you, miss Arlei?"
(Yandir)
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[00:12] Phyre's hands would move behind her back momentarily as she was scolded for not following directions, and rightfully so. Though she was sure her concoction would have no negative effects on the body of an Oscuri she had never exactly practiced it on one so for all she knows it could have had a negative effect on her, but she'd overcome the embarrassment and look at it as a learning moment.


" I apologize miss. I won't do it again."

She'd say as she forced her frown to turn upside down at form a shaky yet sincere smile. Fortunately it was time to get to the next stage of the procedure so she wouldn't have to dwell on it for too long.

And back to her bad she'd go to remove the paper and writing utensil she removed earlier to begin her notes, jotting down carefully each step Arlei took when sewing together the flesh.
(Phyre)
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[00:19] For their part Ascalon ignored the pain and discomfort from the wound. That warrior instinct causing them to finally flick a switch in their mind. Shutting off the sensations that where causing her issue. They'd look at Arlei as she started to lecture the kid.

Though little did Arlei know that Ascalon was taking the time to learn as well. Again it seemed simple enough diagnose the wound, clean, treat. Though so far the wounds they'd see where flesh wounds. How could someone treat a wound that was internal? Well they presumed in most cases you couldn't and the person died.

Watching as the Drakan deftly went about sewing up their arm the Oscuri would give a nod. That wasn't so bad really, just a bit of discomfort. Smiling the Oscuri would flip her hand upside down and grip ahold of Arlei's own.

"It's fine love, poison or infection won't kill an Oscuri. We're built tougher than the average Human." Which was true, the reika rushing through her form kept her body pushing itself constantly. THat included one's immune system.

Looking past Arlei towards Yandir the Oscuri would give a chuckle clearly finding their amusement and concern well funny themselves. "I've some magic tea I've been save for you love, I can get it and you'll be ready to heal yet again!"

As she spoke her gaze shifted to Arlei and then to Phyre. Offering a luke-warm frown to the young girl. It was the way of life to be scolded but the Oscuri could respect her diligence.

(Ascalon Zanders)
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[00:19] Arlei nodded towards Ascalon, a frown still present on her face.
(Arlei Zanders)
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[00:20] Arlei Zanders says, "That. . would be stellar, hun."
[00:20] {Item} You drop Garden Tea.
[00:20] Arlei Zanders says, "Other. . person. Hop on the bed. I still don't know either of your names."
[00:20] Ascalon handed the super tea! Laced with energy drugs!
(Ascalon Zanders)
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[00:21] Arlei Zanders says, "And show me the injury."
[00:22] "I... was presented. I am Yandir."

The sarradian rises from his seat, lightly treading athwart the golden-trimmed, azure pathway that ran and crossed the clinic's plankered pavement. There was a light discomfort in his every motion, as if hindered by a sudden, succint lack of disposition to have that dreaded wound touched.

Inside the booth, he turns to Ascalon, offering the oscuri a grateful nod, conjoined by a simper that even if feeble, is evidently a product of acknowledgement. Import was, after all, conquered through small deeds.

As Arlei commands, he sits his butt down the velvety fabrics of the bed beside her near thronic seat, before sliding the shoulder of his attire off his own, revealing the singed gash that cut through the extension of his sternum.

"Well- uh. Ew, right?"
(Yandir)
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[00:31] At the nod the Zanders flashed a small smile towards the younger man. It was nice to see a touch of respect and one that wouldn't be over-looked. After all the noble still remembered the respect they'd had within Dawn and Dusk. It was nice to see it extended if only briefly.

Though sat he wounds was revealed they'd tilt their head. Emerald hues looking at the wound curiously. How could you clean something like that? Well, they'd look to Arlei if anyone could do it. Well it was her naturally.
(Ascalon Zanders)
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[00:37] Arlei sighed loudly, sipping the tea that Ascalon had brought her. Alessa was a magical herb that was intrinsic to this kind of tea; hard to cultivate and harvest, but had a habit of restoring a Magis strength and vigor in mere moments.

And it worked. Arlei felt incredibly relaxed and mellow, yet filled with energy at the same time!

She clapped her hands together wearily as the boy climbed onto the bed, showing her the injury site. It was deep, yet not too large. Burnt flesh was noticeable around the wound and, every few seconds, plasma jumped across it. Oh, that was going to be irritating.

"Kid, what I'm going to do here is use my own mana to nullify that plasma, then use a scalpel to clean the burnt flesh away from the wound. We'll be laxing it first to numb the site. After that, stitches again. It'll take a bit to heal, but he should be fine within. . I'd say two days. He's a magi. He'll be fine." she nodded, pulling out her lax again.

She took a heap of it on her fingers and generously applied it to the area, making sure to clean off the excess onto a piece of towel. Didn't want that getting in the way.

Arlei placed a hand upon the boys shoulder, extending wisps and tendrils of mana through his circuits, trailing over to the wound. Inflicted by what most would consider a powerful, powerful magi.

Not to Arlei with her overwhelming magical power though. Ten seconds of slight burning was all Yandir would feel as her own mana lapped through the wound, crushing the imposing energies down with ease. [232rpl vs 200-ish]

"Offending mana is gone. Treatment can begin." she nodded, whipping out her scalpel.

Carefully, she began to cut through the wound, hacking away at the burnt, charred skin around the site, and the equally demolished flesh inside. If she was a holy mage, she could heal this up pretty quickly. Unfortunately, flame and wind. Bad times.

It took a few minutes, but eventually she got it all out. Now for disinfecting.

"This is the part that'll hurt the most. No lax is going to stop this one." she muttered, handing him a piece of wood.

"Bite down." she instructed, pulling out a jar of medical-grade alcohol and a cotton bud. She unscrewed the cap, poured the steriliser onto the cotton bud and got to work, cleaning out the wound to prevent infection from taking place, and to kill any already present. It was most definitely unpleasant for the boy, but it was what it was.

With a shrug, she tossed the cotton into the trashcan and placed the alcohol back into her medical bag, pulling out a roll of gauze and a medical stapler.

"Because of how taught the skin is over this area, I'm going to have to staple it. I'll wrap it in gauze and give you the rest. Change the dressing once a day and sterilize every time." she ordered, a firm look on her face as she took the stapler to his chest.

Crack. Crack. Crack.

Staples laid into his skin and contracted slightly, pulling the wound closed. It was unlikely to be a pleasant experience, but once again, it was what it was. He'd have to suck it up and deal with it.

After, she wrapped his shoulder from neck-line to underarm in multiple layers of gauze, cutting it off with a knife and tucking it into itself. She passed the gauze to Yandir with a pack of cotton buds and some rubbing alcohol.

"Just don't move it for a bit. The staples'll crumble on their own in a couple of days, once the wound has closed up and healed. You'll be fine. Just avoid whoever did this." she nodded, taking a seat and crossing her legs.
(Arlei Zanders)

00:47] The bite indeed comes with an amount of force surprising even to the sarradian himself, as his molars dig into the rigid, acrid lump of wood fit betwixt his lips. He grips the velvety sheets below, twisting them with such force that they threaten ripping, as a loud grunt reverberates through his gullet and outs in a stifled, choked murmur-yell.

To purify was, in the end, to instill pain- and to be cleansed was, ultimately, to suffer a cathartic purgation that would never leave you intact. In other words, medicine is a sadist practice.

When the wound is finally strapped underneath the amount of gauze equivalent to Arlei's own criteria of Apropos, the young lad limps backwise, crashing onto the soft inners of his bed- quite literally sinking into them. The light, small stem of wood that had been crushed by his teeth escapes with a spit.

Yandir was unused to pain, but there was an unfamiliar feel of resilience to his motion and endurance through the whole process of Arlei's treatment. In normal circumstances, such an inexperienced, green and callow youngster would've had a conscience to last under such stress, but something latent within him had been stirred, recently, and prompted the boy to abide and bear with the essential agony he had been imposed.

Haggard, weary eyes orb to Arlei's position, half-lidded.

"I- ah... hurghn. By Ixchel-"

"Thank you. Blessed be."
(Yandir)