Aurelia
and that the world is always our fault
when we did nothing, how did we do wrong?
when we did nothing, how did we do wrong?
Aurelia shrugged. "Maybe," she mumbled as she attempted to keep her nose from dripping blood everywhere. Or maybe it's because I'm just not myself lately, was a thought that occurred to her in that moment, not to say Ray shouldn't be able to land hits against her. But the spar had been a pretty pathetic display of her own skills, missing nearly all of her own hits.
Regardless, she tilted her head back and pressed the pieces into her nostril, containing the flow of blood there, and let Ray set to work. She worked with diligence and well-practiced hands, which came as quite the surprise to Aurelia. Typically a person was a healer or a fighter, not both, though suppose there's no rule against it. Most people wanted to be one or the other, if they wanted to be either of those things at all... but both? Color her impressed. "Thanks," she blinked, poking the bandaging tentatively.
At the offer of an herbal blend, which Ray conjured up from what looked to be her own personal belongings, Aurelia's brows furrowed in some mixture of intrigue. She took the tin into her hand and examined the blend inside with care. "You have a shop? So you make... stuff like this and sell it?" She asked, which was more of a conclusion.
Most of Aurelia's medical knowledge was crude, limited to pressure, bandaging, and stitches - though, if she was the one that had to do them, the scar they left behind would not be pretty. Her style of taking care of injures was more of a 'it gets the job done' kind of thing. Herbs were a completely foreign subject to her, having always had someone, like Ray, to instruct her on their use. She snapped the tin closed and held it back out to her, "Here, it'll go to waste on me. It's just a nosebleed, after all. Thank you, though."
Regardless, she tilted her head back and pressed the pieces into her nostril, containing the flow of blood there, and let Ray set to work. She worked with diligence and well-practiced hands, which came as quite the surprise to Aurelia. Typically a person was a healer or a fighter, not both, though suppose there's no rule against it. Most people wanted to be one or the other, if they wanted to be either of those things at all... but both? Color her impressed. "Thanks," she blinked, poking the bandaging tentatively.
At the offer of an herbal blend, which Ray conjured up from what looked to be her own personal belongings, Aurelia's brows furrowed in some mixture of intrigue. She took the tin into her hand and examined the blend inside with care. "You have a shop? So you make... stuff like this and sell it?" She asked, which was more of a conclusion.
Most of Aurelia's medical knowledge was crude, limited to pressure, bandaging, and stitches - though, if she was the one that had to do them, the scar they left behind would not be pretty. Her style of taking care of injures was more of a 'it gets the job done' kind of thing. Herbs were a completely foreign subject to her, having always had someone, like Ray, to instruct her on their use. She snapped the tin closed and held it back out to her, "Here, it'll go to waste on me. It's just a nosebleed, after all. Thank you, though."
and I've been thinking that when we thought
the world would break us, that we weren't wrong
the world would break us, that we weren't wrong
