sah Sah glanced at Trinket and then to the knife in her hand, his eyes going wide. "Why did you cut yourself?" He asked, barely managing to keep his voice calm. The healer glanced up wildly and opened their mouth with an expression of horror but the Abandoned nudged them with his shoulder before they could say anything. Normal rationality wasn't going to work on the demigod, that much was clear. Another individual switched with Sah to aid the healer. Waving another doctor forward, the Abandoned took a kit and took a knee so that he could reach Trinket's face. Gently, he removed the knife from her hand let it drop to the ground. Taking gauze, he began to apply pressure on her wounds. "Here, hold these in place while the doctor gets ready." The said doctor arrived soon after, and with a furrowed brow began to stitch up the demigod. |
Not all that is fractured is broken
