DIPLOMACY WAR TABLE MISSION: BURN BOOK (CLOSED)

[hornswoggle]

WHO: Athessa, Marcoulf, Teren, Colin, Edgard
WHAT: disseminating information
WHEN: Early August
WHERE: Orlais
NOTES: war table ooc post

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[keenly]

The second that's over, Colin grabs an elfroot salve to spread over his fingertips.

"I'm going to lubricate the shaft," he says evenly, "to help it slip out more comfortably and hopefully to give you a bit of a chuckle at the way I've said all this."

His fingers work the shaft (of the arrow) delicately, focusing on the side that has not passed through the leg.

[muckspout]

"You've had practice, seems like." Edgard laughs, quirking his eyesbrows, but its cut off by a wimper and a wince.

He breathes in and breathes out a whisper of curses in orlesian.

[keenly]

The gleam of a different sort of humor comes to Colin's eye.

"That's between me and someone else," he says with the tiniest smirk in one corner of his mouth. "All right. I'm going to need you to hold very, very still. Athessa is going to help you keep still by holding your hands against the ground because your body's first instinct will be to fight whatever's causing the pain. Would you like something to bite down on?"

He moves into position between Edgard's feet, holding the lower leg with his left arm.

[sulahnan]

Athessa smiles sweetly at Edgard (the cheek of it perhaps lost on Colin, who missed her earlier impatience) and positions herself behind him. She can hold his hands down, and if that fails she'll be situated well enough to get him in an arm-lock and restrain him further.

[muckspout]

Edgard shuts his eyes a moment and then opens then again, his face hard.

“Yes, something to bite down on would be good.”

He eyes Athessa warily, but gives in.

[keenly]

Colin takes a small rod from his bag and places it against Edgard's lips for him to bite down on. When that's done, he takes a rag and wraps it firmly around the part of the shaft that has already passed through, giving himself more traction against it.

"All right. Taking it out now."

He begins a slow but steady pull, testing first how much resistance there is, but when it turns out to be rather easy, he pulls it straight out. Once it's out, he quickly checks the shaft for splinters that might have been left inside the leg, then casts it aside.

"That's over," he says warmly. "Now I'm going to heal it."

He places his hands directly over the wound. A blue-white glow surrounds both his hands and the wound, and soon it is closed.

"There's going to be swelling, since your body needs to catch up with the fact that the wound is healed, but it should go away within a day or two. Test it out, see if you can walk. I've got to see to Teren now."

[muckspout]

The pain starts as unbelievable escalates to excruciating and then under the blue light dulls. If he weren’t so uncomfortable, he’d be incredibly impressed. He spits the rod out on the ground.

“Thank you, Healer.” He says it genuinely calling after the person in question who’s off to help the other patient. He squirms out of Athessa’s grasp (shooting her a dirty look) and rises lopsided on the uninjured leg to test the newly healed one. It’s stiff, but so far so good.

[sulahnan]

(Aren't all looks from Edgard dirty ones?)

"Mind yourself when that potion kicks in," Athessa says to him, standing back but not so far back that she can't cushion his head from hitting the ground if he keels over. "Wouldn't want you getting lightheaded and loopy mid-step."

[muckspout]

(No, stop judging him! This treatment, I tell you!)

Edgard rolls his eyes, but heeds her words holding onto the nearest griffon.

[keenly]

"Ser," Colin says respectfully as he brings his tools over to Teren. "You've got lucky with a flesh wound. I'm going to clip off the ends first, but I'll need to examine it and see if there's been any damage to the bone before I heal it closed. If there are any shards of bone, I'll get them back into place and heal it all together. All right?"