12-30-2021, 12:38 PM
(This post was last modified: 12-30-2021, 12:38 PM by Godric Gryffindor.)
Godric heart ached for this young woman who had no idea just what was going on with her. It really was heartbreaking, every time he saw it. But now was not the time for weakness (though when was it ever the time for that). He could still be gentle.
Pulling a pair of tweezers from his pocket. "Here, let me help you with that splinter. We need to be certain to get it all out so it doesn't become gangrenous. Hard to run if you have that particular problem, though I hope I can convince you not to run. See, it's not a demon at all but the magic in your blood." He explained, standing to circle around the fire and sit down next to her. Rhiannon leaned against her on the other side, going to far as to rest a foot on her lap to keep Kimberly in place so that he could carefully pry the splinter from her arm, then searched the other for any other shards that needed to be removed, dealing with them as well.
When he handled her injured wrist, he noticed another wince. "We need to wrap that wrist; stabilize it until we can get you to a healer. I know a rather good one who'll have you fixed up in a jiffy but for now, it'll help with the pain." Pulling a bandage that he kept on him at all times for emergencies like this, he straightened the hand to be in place with the arm and then methodically wrapped it around with the training of a man who had done this dozens of time (probably because he had for himself or his fellow brothers-in-arms).
"I don't have anything for the pain right now but come tomorrow morning, we can visit another friend nearby who might have what we need." Now that he was done, he immediately retreated to sit on his side. Rhiannon pulled her leg away, instead moving to lie down and rest her head in Kimberly's lap, looking up at the young woman with those big green eyes with the hope for petting as a reward for her behavior. Godric shook his head at the dog's antics, returning his attention to the spit and the now boiling liquid. Knowing that pulling his wand out right now might not be best, he wrapped his hand in the leather of his jacket and lifted it off the spit, setting it aside on the ground to cool off a bit so they could drink it once the meat was done.
Pulling a pair of tweezers from his pocket. "Here, let me help you with that splinter. We need to be certain to get it all out so it doesn't become gangrenous. Hard to run if you have that particular problem, though I hope I can convince you not to run. See, it's not a demon at all but the magic in your blood." He explained, standing to circle around the fire and sit down next to her. Rhiannon leaned against her on the other side, going to far as to rest a foot on her lap to keep Kimberly in place so that he could carefully pry the splinter from her arm, then searched the other for any other shards that needed to be removed, dealing with them as well.
When he handled her injured wrist, he noticed another wince. "We need to wrap that wrist; stabilize it until we can get you to a healer. I know a rather good one who'll have you fixed up in a jiffy but for now, it'll help with the pain." Pulling a bandage that he kept on him at all times for emergencies like this, he straightened the hand to be in place with the arm and then methodically wrapped it around with the training of a man who had done this dozens of time (probably because he had for himself or his fellow brothers-in-arms).
"I don't have anything for the pain right now but come tomorrow morning, we can visit another friend nearby who might have what we need." Now that he was done, he immediately retreated to sit on his side. Rhiannon pulled her leg away, instead moving to lie down and rest her head in Kimberly's lap, looking up at the young woman with those big green eyes with the hope for petting as a reward for her behavior. Godric shook his head at the dog's antics, returning his attention to the spit and the now boiling liquid. Knowing that pulling his wand out right now might not be best, he wrapped his hand in the leather of his jacket and lifted it off the spit, setting it aside on the ground to cool off a bit so they could drink it once the meat was done.
