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Basil w/ Vivian @starlyht
The wound dripped crimson, flowing in dark red streams down Vivian's forearm and between her fingers. Basil caught her palm in one hand and gripped the elbow in the other. She hummed, her own body sore and aching, still feeling the coursing effects of the adrenaline of their skirmish with the Goblins. At least the Deep Gnome was safe. The gash Vivian had sustained ran from the interior on her elbow and almost down, across to the outside of her wrist. Deep, flaying muscle and sinew, the uneven, dull scimitar had cut the edges jagged. Rust, dirt, miasma, were only the beginning of what Basil feared could be in that wound.
"Stitches hurt less than infection," Basil pointed out in reply. Glancing-up, "It's been a long day. I don't have the energy to completely heal this injury. I can get it started, but it will still need to be cleaned, sutured, and allowed to heal on its own terms. But, don't worry..."
Basil smiled affably and gently. All the convincing and persuasion of a healer, well practiced with uncertain patients. Her portrayal of confidence would hopefully give Vivian confidence.
"I will make sure it won't hurt. You won't feel a thing. I promise."
She guided Vivian into a shaded spot beneath the broad canopy of an oak tree. There, they would be at least out of the way of their allies as they picked over the village in search of loot and supplies. Basil indicated for Vivian to sit in the grass while she prepared her tools.
"You are powerful," Basil observed, Conversation to distract, "But you seem uncertain in combat. Have you never fought before?"
