[ Ala Mhigo is certainly not Ishgard. While the more obvious signs are the people and the land? It's heart is different. Ishgardians were still willing to fight--especially if it meant ending the war. The poor people around them have had their fighting spirit broken. Hope remains illusive to them, where as Ishgard simply believed in no other way.
Alkaid has long since settled that being the topic of her letters to the Lord Speaker she wishes to write. How different the people here are. Her letters should be more than reports he will receive regardless of who it is that sends them. He wished to travel, and so she will paint a picture of what she sees the best she can with words. Maybe tonight she will write it after she tends to the others.
They would most certainly say she need not tend to them, despite being a healer. She took a blow from Prince Zenos herself. A long sword cut from her side arcing up to her back. The injury has been patched up enough so she might walk even if it is difficult. She goes slowly from group to group, inquiring of their woes and offering any comfort she can.
If they see a Warrior of Light moving forward even when her own injuries remain? It might yet give them hope and inspiration to at least improve their lives even if they cannot keep fighting.
She then spots Alphinaud working tirelessly. Alkaid smile, quietly but gingerly working her way to him. Her hand raises to rest on his shoulder to alert him of her presence before coming to stand beside him. While he is still dressed in his normal attire? She has been given loser clothes to wear due to her injury.
They always say healers make the worst patients. ]
You look as if you need a hand, Alphinaud. [ Her gaze raises as she looks around. ] Alisaie isn't helping you?
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Alkaid has long since settled that being the topic of her letters to the Lord Speaker she wishes to write. How different the people here are. Her letters should be more than reports he will receive regardless of who it is that sends them. He wished to travel, and so she will paint a picture of what she sees the best she can with words. Maybe tonight she will write it after she tends to the others.
They would most certainly say she need not tend to them, despite being a healer. She took a blow from Prince Zenos herself. A long sword cut from her side arcing up to her back. The injury has been patched up enough so she might walk even if it is difficult. She goes slowly from group to group, inquiring of their woes and offering any comfort she can.
If they see a Warrior of Light moving forward even when her own injuries remain? It might yet give them hope and inspiration to at least improve their lives even if they cannot keep fighting.
She then spots Alphinaud working tirelessly. Alkaid smile, quietly but gingerly working her way to him. Her hand raises to rest on his shoulder to alert him of her presence before coming to stand beside him. While he is still dressed in his normal attire? She has been given loser clothes to wear due to her injury.
They always say healers make the worst patients. ]
You look as if you need a hand, Alphinaud. [ Her gaze raises as she looks around. ] Alisaie isn't helping you?