[ The moan sends a feeling of panic through her. Why, she has no true certain idea of. There had been handfuls of people she healed once, with wounds just as dire, but the panic she feels this time is different. It does not come from the sense of a race against time. That is certainly there, but, the emotion comes from deep in her heart. Perhaps even her soul if she had the time to think of it instead of acting.
Matoya tilts her head down so her hat may help hide her face as she works. The process is slow, and she can feel how his aether wishes to slip away from her. The emotions are all charged into the aether to give a sense of... resignation? Another wave of panic strikes her at the realization.
No, no. Not like this. Not now. Not when I have finally found you...
The collected side of her scoffs and baffles at thr thoughts that carry along side her emotions. She found him? Had she ever been looking for someone outside this cave? Surely not. She is just as resigned to this fate as he must surely be his. Although, a vampire would be far more accepted in the circles of the Holy See of Ishgard than a witch...
She leans down so her lips are close to his ear. Her hands press against his back ever so lightly to take hold of the aether and weave it together once more. ]
Breathe deep for me. Inhale, than exhale. [ Matoya's head tilts ever so slightly so her lips brush against his ear. If anything, he might be able to feel the words and sense the gentleness in them if he cannot hear her. ] In, then out, in, and then out again.
[ She feels his aether react and quickly mends it once more. The muscles heal, and then tendons, and finally iy leaves the skin needing to be covered so it might mend on its own. She will need to remove his armor to do so, but she finds herself hesitating and a wave of embarrassment hit her. Why? She has seen plenty of men who one would find attractive, and yet...
It's him.
Matoya reaches around his frame to tilt his head towards her. Her face is still incredibly close to his, gaze immediately locking onto his once his sky-blue eyes open. A brief moment passes where she feels as if she has forgotten how to breathe as their eyes meet. Her heart pounds faster. ]
I would need to remove your armor to see to the rest, Ser Knight. [ Her voice is soft and her tone low with the fingers on his face shaking slightly at the intensity of her own reaction. ] You have lost so much blood as well... and will need to replenish it.
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Matoya tilts her head down so her hat may help hide her face as she works. The process is slow, and she can feel how his aether wishes to slip away from her. The emotions are all charged into the aether to give a sense of... resignation? Another wave of panic strikes her at the realization.
No, no. Not like this. Not now. Not when I have finally found you...
The collected side of her scoffs and baffles at thr thoughts that carry along side her emotions. She found him? Had she ever been looking for someone outside this cave? Surely not. She is just as resigned to this fate as he must surely be his. Although, a vampire would be far more accepted in the circles of the Holy See of Ishgard than a witch...
She leans down so her lips are close to his ear. Her hands press against his back ever so lightly to take hold of the aether and weave it together once more. ]
Breathe deep for me. Inhale, than exhale. [ Matoya's head tilts ever so slightly so her lips brush against his ear. If anything, he might be able to feel the words and sense the gentleness in them if he cannot hear her. ] In, then out, in, and then out again.
[ She feels his aether react and quickly mends it once more. The muscles heal, and then tendons, and finally iy leaves the skin needing to be covered so it might mend on its own. She will need to remove his armor to do so, but she finds herself hesitating and a wave of embarrassment hit her. Why? She has seen plenty of men who one would find attractive, and yet...
It's him.
Matoya reaches around his frame to tilt his head towards her. Her face is still incredibly close to his, gaze immediately locking onto his once his sky-blue eyes open. A brief moment passes where she feels as if she has forgotten how to breathe as their eyes meet. Her heart pounds faster. ]
I would need to remove your armor to see to the rest, Ser Knight. [ Her voice is soft and her tone low with the fingers on his face shaking slightly at the intensity of her own reaction. ] You have lost so much blood as well... and will need to replenish it.