Vervain
Swearing again under her breath, Vai shifts to her knees as well as the Flood starts to bring up most of Torchline out of his lungs. Sunjata curls in on himself and she has to fight to try and guide him into a more relaxed position again, one hand rubbing at his back and the other grasping his hand to squeeze it gently between her fingers. "Slow," she warns, her voice soft. "Go slow, in and out. I know it hurts."
And it's not really much of a surprise that her eyes are already stinging with tears; sorrow for the state of him (it's bad, worse than she could have expected), sorrow for the things that came before this, things that she's contributed to. "Gods, I'm so sorry, Jata," she whispers. More magic flows through him - it's a lot even for Vai's advanced skill, but it might be enough to at least numb the pain a bit, to start to close some of the wounds.
And it's not really much of a surprise that her eyes are already stinging with tears; sorrow for the state of him (it's bad, worse than she could have expected), sorrow for the things that came before this, things that she's contributed to. "Gods, I'm so sorry, Jata," she whispers. More magic flows through him - it's a lot even for Vai's advanced skill, but it might be enough to at least numb the pain a bit, to start to close some of the wounds.
