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.
Delphine dropped the arrow, after deciding it probably wasn't poisoned, and pressed her hands to either side of the boy's shoulder, both to hold him upright and to heal his wound. "It's all right, that's normal." She was calm, though the blood that stained her hands alarmed her. "It's never a good idea to pull an arrow out, because blood loss is a major danger," she murmured, wondering briefly if cannibals could smell blood.
If they could, they were most certainly fucked. Did cannibals develop an ability to smell blood from eating humans? Was that a thing? Her thoughts focused on these questions as she began to heal him.
She envisioned each injured blood vessel piecing itself together. It was slow work, Delphine wasn't used to healing wounds of this caliber, but she knew she could.
When she thought that, perhaps she'd healed him enough that he was no longer at risk of bleeding out, she withdrew her hands to study his wound. If he moved carefully, she could try to lessen the scarring when they could get inside. "Is that okay? It isn't fully healed but if we wait, I can try to lessen the scarring."
Delphine was secretly a perfectionist.
If they could, they were most certainly fucked. Did cannibals develop an ability to smell blood from eating humans? Was that a thing? Her thoughts focused on these questions as she began to heal him.
She envisioned each injured blood vessel piecing itself together. It was slow work, Delphine wasn't used to healing wounds of this caliber, but she knew she could.
When she thought that, perhaps she'd healed him enough that he was no longer at risk of bleeding out, she withdrew her hands to study his wound. If he moved carefully, she could try to lessen the scarring when they could get inside. "Is that okay? It isn't fully healed but if we wait, I can try to lessen the scarring."
Delphine was secretly a perfectionist.
