[What follows is likely to feel surreal and dreamlike to both of them. Three healers, a Bonded trio comprised of two witches and a vampire, arrive briskly and with little fanfare, sweeping into the cottage and splitting up. The two witches remain with L, taking vitals and beginning immediate triage, while the vampire, a slim and somber woman appearing to be in middle age, extracts Myr from the bathroom, sits him at the table, and asks him questions about what the situation appears to be, and what the situation is. She assures him that none of them are here to judge, just to know how best to help Myr and his Bonded.
Her questions are gentle, but carefully and cannily chosen. She's curious about the clockwork fingers and their history. Subtly, she reports on what she hears back through her Bonds, confirmation that the wounds weren't self-inflicted, but that their location raises questions about the motives of a monster that wasn't actually trying to kill. While Myr's Bonded didn't do this to himself directly, she informs the Faun of older, faded injuries that have left marks, a fear that someone of L's constitution who would engage in combat with a chimera on any level may have a death wish, after all... though she dances around suggesting as much in such blatant terms.
Overall, the vampire endeavors to offer Myr comfort and distraction while his Bond a room over grows silent and dark, under the influence of a deep and dreamless sleeping potion while the healers attend to their work. They repair what they can and set what may take a bit more time at least on the path to mending. As a courtesy, they magically clean and dry the towels, leave the bathroom immaculate; the charnel-odor distressing Myr is replaced by something earthy and herbal, and they inform Myr that his Bond is in stable condition, that resting under influence of the potion will speed healing, and that several hours should be allowed to pass before Myr expects to feel his witch reaching back through their Bond. Before they depart, they comment on the white-pelted deer's own state, the blood marring his fur, offering to clean it for him now that the immediate danger has been dealt with. They stay long enough to leave his coat looking as clean as the towels, and leave him with one potion that will soothe his nerves without decreasing his level of alertness... and another one that will allow him to sleep, if a decreased level of alertness is exactly what he feels he needs.
And so, several hours pass. L wakes not quite feeling himself, but how much of that is due to the blood loss and recovery, and how much of it is due to the indeterminate memory of Myr sobbing against him while mashing a bloody towel against a faint and rapid pulse? Is he still nauseated, or is that his blood sugar dropping after many hours without food? Is the guilt and remorse sitting like a frigid stone in his stomach placed there by feeling genuinely bad about going after Niles, or is he just raw about having been caught and compromised to the point of needing medical intervention?
It's a lot to unpack, a lot to untangle. Finding Myr is his first order of business, whether the faun is glued at his side or tending to his own exhaustion elsewhere. As L's clarity and coordination gradually return, he sets about determining as much, as well as how he wants to approach what happened with Niles. Is it better to come completely clean, owing Myr that much? Or is there a chance that there's something Myr doesn't yet know, and doesn't need to? What degree of a death wish would wound his Bonded the least?]
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Her questions are gentle, but carefully and cannily chosen. She's curious about the clockwork fingers and their history. Subtly, she reports on what she hears back through her Bonds, confirmation that the wounds weren't self-inflicted, but that their location raises questions about the motives of a monster that wasn't actually trying to kill. While Myr's Bonded didn't do this to himself directly, she informs the Faun of older, faded injuries that have left marks, a fear that someone of L's constitution who would engage in combat with a chimera on any level may have a death wish, after all... though she dances around suggesting as much in such blatant terms.
Overall, the vampire endeavors to offer Myr comfort and distraction while his Bond a room over grows silent and dark, under the influence of a deep and dreamless sleeping potion while the healers attend to their work. They repair what they can and set what may take a bit more time at least on the path to mending. As a courtesy, they magically clean and dry the towels, leave the bathroom immaculate; the charnel-odor distressing Myr is replaced by something earthy and herbal, and they inform Myr that his Bond is in stable condition, that resting under influence of the potion will speed healing, and that several hours should be allowed to pass before Myr expects to feel his witch reaching back through their Bond. Before they depart, they comment on the white-pelted deer's own state, the blood marring his fur, offering to clean it for him now that the immediate danger has been dealt with. They stay long enough to leave his coat looking as clean as the towels, and leave him with one potion that will soothe his nerves without decreasing his level of alertness... and another one that will allow him to sleep, if a decreased level of alertness is exactly what he feels he needs.
And so, several hours pass. L wakes not quite feeling himself, but how much of that is due to the blood loss and recovery, and how much of it is due to the indeterminate memory of Myr sobbing against him while mashing a bloody towel against a faint and rapid pulse? Is he still nauseated, or is that his blood sugar dropping after many hours without food? Is the guilt and remorse sitting like a frigid stone in his stomach placed there by feeling genuinely bad about going after Niles, or is he just raw about having been caught and compromised to the point of needing medical intervention?
It's a lot to unpack, a lot to untangle. Finding Myr is his first order of business, whether the faun is glued at his side or tending to his own exhaustion elsewhere. As L's clarity and coordination gradually return, he sets about determining as much, as well as how he wants to approach what happened with Niles. Is it better to come completely clean, owing Myr that much? Or is there a chance that there's something Myr doesn't yet know, and doesn't need to? What degree of a death wish would wound his Bonded the least?]
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