@ofgrishaes​
there was never a moment for rest since the attack, not for the grisha, and especially not for any of the human guards employed at the little palace. working tirelessly to find out who was behind it, what it was, and how it’d gotten in. not knowing the answer to the last one being the reason he’d been given a new shift after his shift for the day had already come to an end.
picking up the pace, feeling the sooner he’d be there, the sooner he was finished, adrian turned the corner, bumping into zemlya head on. he instinctively reached out, taking hold of her arm to steady her. ‘’my apologies, it won’t happen again.’’ rushing out a hurried apology, looking at the doors of the messhall behind her instead of the woman in front of him. about to rush off, he looked down, the attempt of healing her own wounds with a balm, as a non-grisha would, stopping him from doing so. ‘’what do you think you’re doing?!’’ anger clear in his voice, most drusjes after the attack had started acting more and more human and zemlya fixing her wounds herself was apparently the last straw. ‘’why haven’t you gotten this healed yet? you’re probably only upsetting your fellow grisha more, walking around wounded like that.’’ fixating on the wound, considering whether to take over or to drag her off to the infirmary himself. ‘’you’re not even doing it right!’’
