He lifted his head slightly at the sound of her voice. "That you, Tanrial? Thought they were trying to keep us separated…." He voice was very quiet and sounded a little pained.
The guard on duty put his spear against the wooden bars between them, scowling. "We are. You two ain't supposed to be talking. Why'd you bring her over here anyway, Blue?"
Blue shrugged boredly, staring off into space. The guard growled and lifted his spear a little higher. "Well step back, lady. I don't know why you aren't afraid of this guy, actually. Dude's some kinda psycho. He almost took off somebody's whole hand earlier when we were givin' out breakfast."
"He's my friend, 'course I'm not scared of him," Tanrial replied, rolling her eyes, "The hell did they make you do?" She asked quietly, placing a hand on the side of his face, the frown deepening.
His expression stayed the same but he flinched away very slightly at her touch. "…Nothing. I'm fine."
Don't worry too much about me, he added mentally. I'm pretending to be more injured than I actually am so they let their guard down. What about you? Are they treating you all right?
I’m very tempered to slap you but I’m fine. Haven’t eaten anything though. Made a couple allies but creepy guy over there is stuck guarding me twenty four seven.
“You’re not ‘fine’ Mike. Your bandages needs to be changed otherwise you’ll get an infection,” She turned the the guy with the spear, “Do me a favor and find some will you?”
The guard stepped back a bit, apparently unsure what to do. "Uhh….I dunno if we have any. You're the medic around here, you find some."
“I need to stay and examine the wounds like, right now. My magic isn’t just healing magic and I’m not afraid to use it on you,” She glared.
(I'm off to bed, seeya later ^^)
"Okay, okay! Tom, you watch them like a hawk." He scowled and hurried off. "I'll find some bandages, but I can't guarantee their quality!"
Tom, huh? Mike fixed Blue Tommy with an analytical stare. Looks….friendly. Is he much trouble, or just kinda weird?
(Seeya ^^)
Weird. Real weird. I preferred the other two that were watching me at the beginning. Tanrial shrugged a little, pulling her hand away from Mike.
Well….good luck with him. I'm trying to make an escape plan for us, but some things came up that I didn't count on. Didn't expect them to have a day team and a night team both, for one thing. But, we'll figure something out. I'll keep you posted about stuff I see around camp–seems like my spot has a better view than yours.
Just then the sentry returned, bearing an armload of mostly clean rags and strips of cloth. "Here. These had better work, because they were all I could find. Once you're done here, you have to leave, and no more talking to him. That's final." He punched the ground with the end of his spear and straightened to his full height, seeming to muster up all his willpower into one stern glare.
Oh, they haven't found Bernon, by the way. They found the bodies of some unlucky soulds bu not his, thank gosh. "Yeah yeah, got it," Tanrial snatched up the rags and cloth, placing them down in her lap, "Right, which one hurts the most?"
Mike tapped the arrow wound in his shoulder. Glad to hear. There's still the matter of finding him once we're out of here, though. If we're lucky, he headed back to Polla's village, but in reality he could be anywhere. At that point his eyes flicked over Tanrial's shoulder and he paused. …..Looks like you have an audience, by the way.
While they were standing there, a small crowd of bandit had gathered around, whispering to each other from a safe distance back. "Are you gonna use yer magic on him?" one called excitedly.
Tanrial looked over her shoulder, then back to Mike with a small sigh. That's just wonderful. She ignored the question as she undid the bandage on his shoulder gently, examining the wound with a small frown.
It looked like it was healing all right, although it still had a long ways to go. There didn't seem to be any sign of infection, luckily, but the area in and around the puncture was quite raw, as if the blood hadn't had a chance to properly dry. It looked like some muscle had been sliced into by the arrow, which explained why Mike was holding that arm so gingerly and didn't seem to be able to use it very well.
I guess you're a lot more popular than I am, Mike said, watching the crowd with mild surprise. What did you do, feed 'em candy? They look like a pack of love-struck puppies.
Some guy broke his arm and I fixed it. No biggy. Tanrial gently placed her hands on the wound, letting a little of the healing magic strengthen the muscle but not enough for the wound to close up completely. She grabbed the bandages and started to wrap the wound again.
There was a chorus of oohs and aahs from the crowd at the sight of Tanrial using her magic, quickly followed by excited whispers and wide-eyed stares. Mike looked faintly unnerved by all the attention.
Yeah, he muttered. No biggy.
The sentry got fed up by the attention a few moments later and waved his spear at the bandits. "All right, that's enough gawking, you loons! You're supposed to be getting ready for the raid this afternoon, and if Boar-back catches you standing around doing nothing–"
He didn't have to finish his sentence. The bandits quickly scattered back to their respective duties, a few still staring over their shoulders at Tanrial and Mike as they left. The sentry made an irritated noise and turned to Tanrial himself. "And you! Can't you go any faster with that hocus-pocus stuff? You should be back in the medical shed by the time the raiders leave, which is very soon."
“I’m trying my best here clotpole!” Tanrial snapped, “It takes time so less you want me to break your bones and leave them like that I suggest you shut up.”
The sentry sputtered with outrage. "How dare you talk back to me, you insolent–"
Mike moved suddenly, lifting his hand and slamming it against the wooden bars of his cage. The whole structure shuddered unsteadily, and the sentry leaped back as if he'd been electrocuted.
"Let her focus," Mike said quietly. All at once his normally calm expression had turned into a thousand-yard stare. "She's almost done here."
"I–" The sentry's angry sputters became nervous stammers. "Well, I mean–fine. Fine! Just–just don't try anything sketchy!"
"If you stop bugging me I won't." Tanrial rolled her eyes, huffing in annoyance and muttering some other inaudible insults under her breath. She finished wrapping the wound, satisfied, "Which one next?"
Mike pointed at the gash on his head. "Probably this one." Don't worry about the cut on my face, he added. It's not that bad. You should save your energy for after this raid or whatever the bandits are planning–they'll probably have plenty of real injuries for you to treat once they're done.
Your injuries are just as valid, Mike. And I’d rather you be in top condition for when we leave then these guys. She started to unwrap the bandage on his head, making sure to be gentle.
Okay, thanks, but it's just a small cut. Really. He caught her eye and gave her a slight smile. This isn't just me being a tough guy this time, I promise. You can check on the gash in my head, and then you should probably leave. We can't push our luck too far.
His head wound, when Tanrial removed the bandages, was hard to make out since his hair had gotten matted with blood. But none of the blood was fresh, and like the shoulder wound, it seemed clean. The gash itself wasn't that deep, luckily, although it seemed likely that there would be a scar when it healed.
But that doesn’t mean I’m going to stop worrying even if you say it’s just a small cut. And fine… I guess you’re right.
Tanrial didn’t spend too much time on this cut, simply opting for changing the bandages. It didn’t need any healing magic from what she could see.
Mike straightened up and gave her a nod. Thanks, Tanrial. I feel much better. You should probably get going, I think this guard's gonna burn a hole in the back of my head any minute now.
Not if a burn a hole in his first. She replied, standing, "Right, he's done," She said, looking at the guard, "I'll be off then." Don't kill anyone while I'm gone.
Same to you, he replied before she got out of range.
Blue Tommy leaped to follow her as she left, heading them straight back to the medicine shed. The female bandit Shiv was skulking nearby when they got there, but as soon as she spotted them she dashed away into the trees at the edge of camp.
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