Zavien
I think all things,
in their way,
in their way,
The burn and cut combination made for a gruesome image. It wasn't a large or deep wound, but the puckered, blistering skin was being coated in the red gleam of blood, making it look so much worse. Zavien wasn't squeamish or a stranger to wounds, but the guilt had him wincing as he shook his head. "No no. I'm sorry, this is my fault. Let me see what I can do."
Sheathing his sword with a healthy buffer of space, he picked his way over the stones to set a gentle hand near the injury. The gold ring on his finger glowed softly, a light pulse before fading. The light took some of the worst with it - the bleeding slowing and the angry red of the burn easing - but there was still an obvious wound that needed treating.
"That should help a little, but I think I have some gauze in my bag." He'd thrown it off with his shirt before getting in the water, and without waiting for an answer, he quickly exited to sift through. Water and sweat dripped from his waist onto the riverbank around him, but Zavien didn't pay it any mind, searching for the roll of white gauze, calm haste and battle-hardened nerves making his movements precise despite the worry pinching his face.
When he finally found it, he straightened and looked to Liam, raising the cloth as he asked the question more with his body and face than his words. "Can I wrap it?"
Sheathing his sword with a healthy buffer of space, he picked his way over the stones to set a gentle hand near the injury. The gold ring on his finger glowed softly, a light pulse before fading. The light took some of the worst with it - the bleeding slowing and the angry red of the burn easing - but there was still an obvious wound that needed treating.
"That should help a little, but I think I have some gauze in my bag." He'd thrown it off with his shirt before getting in the water, and without waiting for an answer, he quickly exited to sift through. Water and sweat dripped from his waist onto the riverbank around him, but Zavien didn't pay it any mind, searching for the roll of white gauze, calm haste and battle-hardened nerves making his movements precise despite the worry pinching his face.
When he finally found it, he straightened and looked to Liam, raising the cloth as he asked the question more with his body and face than his words. "Can I wrap it?"
reflect heavenly truth,
the imagination not least.
the imagination not least.
