#thecabal

She jerked her head up, grimacing as the first morning rays of sun hit her in the face and she slowly straightened. Her leg throbbed and her back ached, having fallen asleep leaning on Mafrea’s bedside with her left arm acting as a pillow and her right hand lightly holding his bandaged left.

At one point in the night, she had wrapped both of his arms with clean linen bandages. His right arm had acidic burns and she had smoothed a burn salve into his skin before bandaging it. The symbols inscribed on his left arm were red and raised, irritated from the amount of aether that had been channeled through them. Again, at some point in the wee hours of the morning, she had smoothed salve into them and wrapped his arm -- both to protect the irritated skin and to help provide some support for the limb. The mage had slept through it all.

She scrubbed a hand over her face, exhaustion still seeping into her as she looked at the still sleeping Mafrea. She regarded him, her cheek resting in her bandaged palm and she chewed the inside of her cheek. Gods, she hated how the void protections took so much out of him. Unlike Emeline, Jun, and herself...he had sustained little to no damage last night. She was growing to dislike how dark and dull the green of his eyes grew when he dismissed the spells, lifting the protections once the Voidsent had been dealt with.

Normally, she knew he had insane amounts of aether -- his reserves were absolutely mind boggling. Yet, extending the protections, using magic, as well as fighting the Voidsent? It had drained him faster than she had ever seen. Never in the years of knowing him and traveling with him did she see him so wane. Each time the Cabal had called on him...to her, it was a step closer he took to death. Nymeia’s tits, she was half a mind to find them herself and set them all ablaze. This Brother Laurentius...he was going to get an earful if she ever met the man.

Quietly, she stood and limped to Emeline’s office. She cracked the door open, quietly peeking in to ensure the Conjurer still slept and smiled in satisfaction as she did. Seeing Emeline bleed so much had also unsettled Rosette; there was never a healer to take care of the healer. When she had been holding the towel to Eme’s bleeding side, never had she wished harder for an affinity for magic. It was...an entirely frustrating experience, yelling for help over the linkpearl. Luckily, Katalin had answered the call for help.

She quietly shut the door, moving back to Mafrea’s designated alcove to look at his prone form and she carefully kept weight off her leg. She bit her lip as she walked to his bedside, filling the glass that was sitting on the bedside table full of water from the jug that sat there and pulled the blankets up to his chin, tucking his left hand carefully beneath. She leaned down, pressing her lips to his forehead and ran the backs of her fingers against his cheek before she limped her way out of the medbay. 

She had a few things to look into, she thought as she pulled the manifests and the bound and charmed notebook from the inside of her jacket. She eyed the notebook, pursing her lips faintly. She had some reading to do and she preferred to do it in her own home...