And isn't it just so pretty to think
All along there was some
All along there was some
Lyra's gaze flickers over the party, noting the still form of what must be an ursur bringing up the rear. While she's never seen one in person, she's certainly heard of them, and the sheer size alone is staggering now that she's gotten the opportunity. But that's not what keeps her attention. Instead, she tears her eyes from the felled beast and returns their shocking blue to the stranger who seems to be leading the group. Offering a wry smile - rescuing errant trackers is, after all, something she understands all too well - she takes a small step closer, the better to survey wounds. "Of course," she says in response to his thanks. Then she gets to work.
She checks each member of the party, starting with the worst wounded, who is bleeding through his makeshift bandages and wraps. While her ring is only powerful enough to heal in limited quantities, she manages to do enough to stop the worst of the bleeding, then re-dresses the wounds for good measure. She moves on to the next and the next, until the last person who has not yet received treatment is the leader himself.
"Your turn," she says briskly, pausing to wait for permission before jumping right into healing.
She checks each member of the party, starting with the worst wounded, who is bleeding through his makeshift bandages and wraps. While her ring is only powerful enough to heal in limited quantities, she manages to do enough to stop the worst of the bleeding, then re-dresses the wounds for good measure. She moves on to the next and the next, until the last person who has not yet received treatment is the leader himself.
"Your turn," she says briskly, pausing to wait for permission before jumping right into healing.
Invisible string
Tying you to me?
Tying you to me?
Lyra
