@voidb0und said — ❛ patch . help my muse patch up a wound . ❜
from LOUD & DEAFENING SILENCE ( accepting )
a soft hiss of pain escapes rilha as the au ra helps disinfect the wound under her instruction. even though the miqo'te was the one who told adrasteia to do this, doesn't mean it didn't hurt any less. it was so unlike rilha to need someone taking care of her, especially the warrior of light, who already had so much to do. the au ra should've been focusing her efforts elsewhere, not patching a medic's wound.
❝ th - thank you . . ❞ rilha breathes out weakly, a hand pressing gauze to the gash on her side where a dragon had slashed her. if it were up to her, she'd heal herself, but the wound took so much out of her, she could barely give any aether to a heal.
as adrasteia helps her wrap bandages, rilha closes her eyes. guilt washes over her, lips quivering before taking a deep breath to calm herself. she will live — but her pride definitely hurts. this wound would put her out of commission for a bit, and the dragonsong war needed all the help it could get. the last thing rilha needed was to be bedridden.











