@hotkilller is such a dramatic.
this kind of wound won’t heal, i’m dead already.
❝ A crushed spirit dries out the bones [ ... ] Shut up. ❞
Not to tell a lie before someone soon to meet the Choir, and all, but this did look pretty grim for Izzy, even with the restorative aspects of her technique; the odds weren't really in her favor... Lord, guide her hands.
The priestess was careful as she passed probing touches over the woman's attire, looking for wounds, sore spots, breaks... Whatever was going on? Enough blood starts pouring, and the whole thing becomes a guessing game with way too short a countdown overhead.
❛ For my grace is sufficient for you, my power made perfect in weakness. ❜
The ninth line of her holy prayer, a signal for the floodgates to open and draw the violence out from Izzy's body and into her own. Slowly. Carefully. Sewing 'this kind of wound' up and painting it, in vicious brushstrokes, o'er Ginny's own soul.
❝ Un-shut up. Catch me up. Did you win, or should I be armed? ❞
