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[sparklequeen]

WHO: Abby and Glimmer
WHAT: Abby helps with an injury
WHEN: The afermath of a rescue mission, mid-Harvestmere
WHERE: En route back to the Gallows
NOTES: Mentions of wounds and wound tending, blood, injury, possible delving into past traumas around parental death

Glimmer had been fierce in the short, rough fight that had broken out between the Venatori and the Riftwatchers. She'd blazed away with magic and spell and they'd come away with their prize--the rescue of the two being pursued. It hadn't come free of a cost, though. Glimmer had been charging in, her usual reckless style of fighting--and as a result, had caught herself an arrow from the marksman she hadn't seen. It wasn't serious--or at least Glimmer insisted it wasn't serious. It had plunged into her left side, ablated by the thickly padded armor she wore, then stuck itself between two ribs. She'd been lucky it hadn't gone any deeper pierced an organ. The shaft had been snapped off except for the last few centimeters and a crude bandage wrapped around her midsection to help stem the bleeding.

Now that pursuit seemed to be unlikely, there had been time for a breather--and for Abby to get a look at Glimmer's wound. It hurt, of course, and Glimmer's left arm was held in a stiff, unhappy way--when she tried to move it too much (move anything too much), the arrowhead dug against her flesh and bone, radiating pain. That she'd been able to remount her horse like this now seemed like a minor miracle. Maybe just the adrenaline.

Sitting on a convenient rock, Glimmer winces a little, looks over at Abby.

"It didn't... " Ugh. Her head swam a little. "...it didn't feel that bad at first," she confesses weakly, trying not to look at the short, jagged bit of wood still sticking from her and no doubt still connected to the steel arrowhead.

"I'll be okay," Glimmer insists with more bravado than she should probably have right now.

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[armd]

Abby spends the rest of the fight with a thread of thought fixed on that arrow in Glimmer's side, hoping it has no reason to push further into the skin before she can look at it. Today, they're lucky. The horse ride could have jostled her but what's left of the shaft still sits exactly where it struck. Abby crouches down beside her to look.

"You will," she confirms. It's true, but it's also to give Glimmer a boost of confidence. She sounds shaky now that the adrenaline of the escape is wearing off.

Abby has her pack, she always does. She pulls it from across her body, digging into it. Her flask she fishes loose, and shakes. It's mostly full; she offers it to Glimmer without a word, pressing it into her hands to give her something else to focus on for a moment.

Because the arrow shaft is going to have to come out, and there's not a lot for Abby to grip. It's going to be painful. Hopefully the point isn't wedged into the bone.

"You want the good news first, or the bad news?"