Maea
The worst of all blessings
Perhaps there was merit in allowing some wounds to linger, if it would help another heal. It was not something she had considered before, but as Maea looked at her foundling dragoon and the way a simple act of tying cloth around her hands seemed to steady him, she was beginning to see the use. While she'd have healed herself by now if she was alone, she would wait a bit this time, at least until some of the wildness was gone from this man's eyes.
Gently picking up the dagger with fingers made clumsy by bandaged and pain, she returned it to him hilt first. "It seems I didn't need it after all. I can try walking, and if it doesn't work I can shift..." she said, flexing her ankle cautiously. "The bird should be easier to carry."
Giving him a sly glance like all of this really only was a ploy to get a free ride, Maea gingerly got to her feet. A bit shaky still, she took a few limping steps, then nodded at Liam. "Alas, both feet still work..."
Gently picking up the dagger with fingers made clumsy by bandaged and pain, she returned it to him hilt first. "It seems I didn't need it after all. I can try walking, and if it doesn't work I can shift..." she said, flexing her ankle cautiously. "The bird should be easier to carry."
Giving him a sly glance like all of this really only was a ploy to get a free ride, Maea gingerly got to her feet. A bit shaky still, she took a few limping steps, then nodded at Liam. "Alas, both feet still work..."
The most beautiful of curses
Base by Skylark
