DELPHINE
Pull me from the dirt,
No, you don't want me in your garden.
No, you don't want me in your garden.
Dandelion, dandelion.
The arrow was in good, and she closed her eyes, murmuring, "There's a really good chance that once I pull it out, I'll catch an artery." She was talking to herself, as she shrugged her outermost layer off. When he asked what happened, she smiled sadly.
"I was... the grand healer, at the time. And I was the only healer available to go into the forest, I lived in a really tropical area, we were heading to meet the natives--we were outlanders there too." As she spoke, she was trying to remember the various pictures of anatomy she'd drawn once upon a time. "I had found out I was pregnant with my girls, right before the mission... and I knew if I told my husband, he'd send the mission without a healer. But in my world, using healing magic chipped away at my own health," she slowly worked the tip of the knife around the arrow, she had to widen the entrance to safely remove the entire thing. Not that it'd really be safe.
"...so I was pretty useless anyway, but we made it about halfway to our destination before someone figured it out. Loren, I think. They took me home, and... our mission failed." She dug the knife a little deeper, before she took a chance, jerking the arrow back, then up and out.
Not the best way to deal with an arrow wound, but it'd do. She studied the arrow, her hand pressed firmly against the wound, though she had yet to start healing. "I guess, after I lost my kids, I promised myself I'd learn to do more than just heal--but... I'm failing at that." She snorted, as warmth flooded over Korbin's wound.
"I was... the grand healer, at the time. And I was the only healer available to go into the forest, I lived in a really tropical area, we were heading to meet the natives--we were outlanders there too." As she spoke, she was trying to remember the various pictures of anatomy she'd drawn once upon a time. "I had found out I was pregnant with my girls, right before the mission... and I knew if I told my husband, he'd send the mission without a healer. But in my world, using healing magic chipped away at my own health," she slowly worked the tip of the knife around the arrow, she had to widen the entrance to safely remove the entire thing. Not that it'd really be safe.
"...so I was pretty useless anyway, but we made it about halfway to our destination before someone figured it out. Loren, I think. They took me home, and... our mission failed." She dug the knife a little deeper, before she took a chance, jerking the arrow back, then up and out.
Not the best way to deal with an arrow wound, but it'd do. She studied the arrow, her hand pressed firmly against the wound, though she had yet to start healing. "I guess, after I lost my kids, I promised myself I'd learn to do more than just heal--but... I'm failing at that." She snorted, as warmth flooded over Korbin's wound.
