WEAVER
The only thing that catches his attention is the sound of the door. He whips around and stares at it, and she can fight him something though she has no idea what. So she peels off his coat and throws it on the ground, not particularly concerned with being cleanly at the moment (or ever, honestly). She drags him to his room, where he manages to sit down on the edge of the bed and begins to take his shirt off, but though he stops halfway through.
She sighs, disappearing down the hall for water and a cloth, coming back and pulling his shirt over his head. He’s the one training to be a healer, not her. This is not what she wants to be doing, and yet...and yet this is Korbin, and so she does. She peels his shirt off if he’ll let her, and then begins wiping the blood away, dipping the cloth into the water and carefully dabbing the blood away. Though the wounds had stitched shut, her magic was not good enough for them not to be raw and sore still, and so she is careful as she cleans the wounds.
She sighs, disappearing down the hall for water and a cloth, coming back and pulling his shirt over his head. He’s the one training to be a healer, not her. This is not what she wants to be doing, and yet...and yet this is Korbin, and so she does. She peels his shirt off if he’ll let her, and then begins wiping the blood away, dipping the cloth into the water and carefully dabbing the blood away. Though the wounds had stitched shut, her magic was not good enough for them not to be raw and sore still, and so she is careful as she cleans the wounds.
I was made to be wild, wicked, and free
