Vervain
Between Sunjata’s clipped explanation and Zeph’s significantly more detailed one, Vai cobbles together a story about the night that had led them both here. ”Are you telling me that he got struck by lightning?” Her brow furrows, no small amount of awe in her voice. They’re both impressed as hell by the Flood, it seems, and Vai leans in to press a quick kiss to Zeph’s cheek - a silent expression of relief that he’s fine - before setting to work.
”Here.” Priorities - Vai gets down a large bottle of whiskey from an overhead cupboard, pouring both men a generous shot of it and handing it to them. Once Jata takes his ‘medicine’ (she leaves the rest of the bottle for Zeph) Vai takes back the glass, gathering together the rest of her materials and the other chair in the room, drawing it up beside the bed. ”Let me take a look at you - put this under your tongue, and lay down, okay?”
This was a small amount of powder made from a dried mixture of several herbs that were particularly good at targeting pain. ”It’s meant to be mixed with water, but... yeah.” Fuck that for now.
Rubbing her hands together generates a small pulse of energy, setting her palms to glowing. Not enough to heal, not yet, but enough to look at what the hell she’s working with. One hand moves to the Arbiter’s bloodied side, the other to the hand streaked with lightning burns. Vai closes her eyes - it takes only a moment, and she’s rising to her feet again. ”How the fuck are you alive.” It comes blurting out, concern written across her face.
”Here.” Priorities - Vai gets down a large bottle of whiskey from an overhead cupboard, pouring both men a generous shot of it and handing it to them. Once Jata takes his ‘medicine’ (she leaves the rest of the bottle for Zeph) Vai takes back the glass, gathering together the rest of her materials and the other chair in the room, drawing it up beside the bed. ”Let me take a look at you - put this under your tongue, and lay down, okay?”
This was a small amount of powder made from a dried mixture of several herbs that were particularly good at targeting pain. ”It’s meant to be mixed with water, but... yeah.” Fuck that for now.
Rubbing her hands together generates a small pulse of energy, setting her palms to glowing. Not enough to heal, not yet, but enough to look at what the hell she’s working with. One hand moves to the Arbiter’s bloodied side, the other to the hand streaked with lightning burns. Vai closes her eyes - it takes only a moment, and she’s rising to her feet again. ”How the fuck are you alive.” It comes blurting out, concern written across her face.
