[ Phya's gaze raises back to the woman named Jill. The hallmarks of a Lady are quite obvious to her, but she seems to be in utter denial of such facts. The idea is not too surprising. After all, so much of Corethas and Ishgard remain hopeless after the long grueling war with the Horde. It was only made worse by the Calamity a hundred years ago that flash froze their entire way of life.
The small Miqo'te reaches over and gently places her hand above Jill's. It is quite the stretch over the man apparently named Clive between them. A smile is offered to the woman who is older than her, yet, Phya's smile seems older. ]
I am a healer. [ She repeats the fact as a stance of neutrality. ] You truly owe me nothing. This is what I was born to do.
[ She stands then as Jill relays the events. A glance is sent to her sister and Ardbert. The dragoon clad man nods. The lance had been stray and went sailing towards the two--no three additional members in the room. Phya looks to Torgal then, the great direwolf who sits beside Jill. He stares intently at her and a low gruff huff escapes him.
She has been given the approval for the moment to continue. ]
My sister is skilled in the basics of healing. I will see what I can continue to do from there. [ Phya smiles at her twin sister before her ears twitch. ] Hopefully this will remain painless as he is already unconscious, but depending on how dire the wound is, he may react. I may need you to hold him down in such a case.
[ Her hands raise to hover over the sealed wound. Eyes close. Phya feels the aether shift. It is a normal flow, unlike the last man she healed, yet there seems to be an odd under current of aether as well. Warmth. Her eyebrows knit slightly. It reminds her of how the Lord Commander's aether is so dramatically shifted in one direction.
Her fingertips gently graze over the wound to begin healing. Not injecting her own aether, but guiding his to bind so she might seal it in a way to heal the worst of the damage. The wound is not as dire as the Lord Commanders in some ways. The lance did not pierce down into his heart, but it had broken bones and pieced muscle. Tendons. Her ears twitch once more. ]
This may take some time. It is not just muscular or damage to his bones but both. [ Her head tilts towards her sister and Ardbert. ] We will need to remove the armor once the wound has been sealed and perhaps even cover it depending on how his body will heal. His aether is receptive--
[ Then, Phya is cut off.
Her hands pull back the moment aether gathers around the man's back. Red and green aether shines once more and in an instant, a brilliant red wing made of aether forms. The guise it takes is of feathers and flames. Clive groans, the wing stretching out and then dispersing. The feathers gently fall down to Clive's back and disappear once more, and yet it seems as if more of his injury is healed then.
Phya looks from Clive to Jill, and then to her sister and their traveling companion. A grim look settles on Ardbert's face. He unfolds his arms and stares at the man ahead of them. Hands clench. Phya glances at Torgal who barks as if in approval, then her attention moves back to Jill. ]
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The small Miqo'te reaches over and gently places her hand above Jill's. It is quite the stretch over the man apparently named Clive between them. A smile is offered to the woman who is older than her, yet, Phya's smile seems older. ]
I am a healer. [ She repeats the fact as a stance of neutrality. ] You truly owe me nothing. This is what I was born to do.
[ She stands then as Jill relays the events. A glance is sent to her sister and Ardbert. The dragoon clad man nods. The lance had been stray and went sailing towards the two--no three additional members in the room. Phya looks to Torgal then, the great direwolf who sits beside Jill. He stares intently at her and a low gruff huff escapes him.
She has been given the approval for the moment to continue. ]
My sister is skilled in the basics of healing. I will see what I can continue to do from there. [ Phya smiles at her twin sister before her ears twitch. ] Hopefully this will remain painless as he is already unconscious, but depending on how dire the wound is, he may react. I may need you to hold him down in such a case.
[ Her hands raise to hover over the sealed wound. Eyes close. Phya feels the aether shift. It is a normal flow, unlike the last man she healed, yet there seems to be an odd under current of aether as well. Warmth. Her eyebrows knit slightly. It reminds her of how the Lord Commander's aether is so dramatically shifted in one direction.
Her fingertips gently graze over the wound to begin healing. Not injecting her own aether, but guiding his to bind so she might seal it in a way to heal the worst of the damage. The wound is not as dire as the Lord Commanders in some ways. The lance did not pierce down into his heart, but it had broken bones and pieced muscle. Tendons. Her ears twitch once more. ]
This may take some time. It is not just muscular or damage to his bones but both. [ Her head tilts towards her sister and Ardbert. ] We will need to remove the armor once the wound has been sealed and perhaps even cover it depending on how his body will heal. His aether is receptive--
[ Then, Phya is cut off.
Her hands pull back the moment aether gathers around the man's back. Red and green aether shines once more and in an instant, a brilliant red wing made of aether forms. The guise it takes is of feathers and flames. Clive groans, the wing stretching out and then dispersing. The feathers gently fall down to Clive's back and disappear once more, and yet it seems as if more of his injury is healed then.
Phya looks from Clive to Jill, and then to her sister and their traveling companion. A grim look settles on Ardbert's face. He unfolds his arms and stares at the man ahead of them. Hands clench. Phya glances at Torgal who barks as if in approval, then her attention moves back to Jill. ]
That came from him...