Azrael
They’d intended this repair to be something small, something easy. What they hadn’t intended, was for the piece of stone they were trying to catch (listen, they’re young still and not quite experienced in what not to do) falls quite heavily, and the crunch that they hear quite loudly makes their arm nearly unusable for the moment. And while they could try to heal it themself, it’s bent at quite an odd angle and the panic of healing it and having their dominant arm bent wrong sends them darting out of the Ruins toward the Infirmary as quickly as they possibly could.
Azrael slips into the Infirmary and shuts the door behind them, clearing their throat as they hold their limp arm, scanning the room with a bit of bright panic. “Miss Isla? Are you here?” They call out into the dark, alarm bells ringing in their head as they try to figure out where to find her next if she isn’t here. They certainly don’t want to go home and talk to their father about what happened.
Azrael slips into the Infirmary and shuts the door behind them, clearing their throat as they hold their limp arm, scanning the room with a bit of bright panic. “Miss Isla? Are you here?” They call out into the dark, alarm bells ringing in their head as they try to figure out where to find her next if she isn’t here. They certainly don’t want to go home and talk to their father about what happened.
lay you down, there's nothing to be scared of
all your fears are in the breeze
all your fears are in the breeze
