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Ciaran's video is currently of her - masked face and concealing armor and all - as she sits at a bench somewhere not far from the Bay.

"We require a healer's assistance."

“If you do not have more pressing matters to attend to, that is.”

Ciaran's gaze flicks off screen. "More pressing than preserving the use of an arm. My friend cannot move his currently."

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Or someone is free to come across the pair sitting not far from the bay, near and on a bench. That is to say, Artorias is sitting on the ground near the bench, and sits taller than Ciaran on the bench.... Totally a normal pair of armored newcomers, right?

(OOC: Ciaran and Artorias will reply, pick one, or just let the knights do as they do-)

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I'm a healer! Er-Well...I'm not employed as one currently, but I still know how and have one of my staves so I can still help you!

Are you....Near the Bay?

[It was a pure guess, she hasn't seen many people injured outside of just arriving so she figured it was a good guess.]

If you are confident enough in your skills to label yourself as such, your employment status means little.

[ Ciaran is saying it's all good, girl, you think you can help, why not- ]

Yes. My friend is likely to stand out enough that finding us is easy.

[ And the video turns a bit. ]

[Artorias waves from just off the end of the bench.]

Edited (Apparently Arty doesn't fit inside brackets easily either) 2018-09-01 03:49 (UTC)

Alright! I'll be there as soon as I can!

[And a little bit later has this pigtailed princess running up to them out of breath. Apparently she was farther than she thought. Times like this she really wished she had her horse.]

I'm here! I'm here! Which arm is the one that's hurt?

[To Artorias' eyes the little healer looks far more youthful than expected, but then again, human age was always hard to judge. If she even is human. Everything in this place looks far different than what he's used to, and even Ciaran is indistinguishable from a human at first glance, so he'll try to refrain from further assumptions.

He nods politely.]

'Tis the left one. I'm afraid that I do not know the extent of the injury beyond its lack of motion.

[Troubles of being encased in armor and all.]

Dove just so happens to be near the pair as she catches the video on her way home and changes course to make her way toward them instead.

"I'm in the area... sit tight and I'll see what I can do."

She's certainly not expecting the one newcomer's size, but what she's really not expecting is the strange aura she's picking up from them both. She hesitates a minute before approaching.

"You needed a healer?" she asks cautiously, sizing them both up.

Artorias nods, touching his oddly limp left arm with his right hand.

"I... made an error in combat. I'm uncertain if it is broken and I simply cannot feel it, but mine arm will not respond."

He hopes something can be done without removing anything. The woman in the glowing illusion had assured them that it was relatively safe, and he didn't doubt that she sincerely believed that, but... Well, he can hardly be blamed for feeling less than comfortable with the idea of taking off his armor in an unfamiliar place after just having been kidnapped, can he?

Ah, would be the big guy.

She moves forward cautiously, too well aware of the odd feeling prickling the back of her neck. New people, new worlds... same strange Light reactions.

"Oh, good..." She looks him over, feeling entirely too delicate, but lifts her face to address him anyway. "This will sound odd, but can you remove any of the armor on that side? My healing works much better with skin contact and I need to see what's been done..." She pauses. "This is a safe area, I promise."

Promises of safety are all well and good, and she sounds sincere enough to his ears that the knight is sure she believes it herself, but... 'Tis difficult to believe such himself. Safer than Oolacile had been, perhaps, but being kidnapped doesn't exactly inspire confidence.

He smiles politely anyway, on the off chance it might somehow be visible in the shadow of his cowl. It usually isn't, but the effort is important at least.

"The gauntlet I can manage, although anything more would prove somewhat difficult." And he would rather not strip to the waist in public if not absolutely necessary, but he's not about to put it so bluntly to someone he's just met.

That she could understand entirely. The whiplash of the arrival alone is definitely enough to make one think twice.

She thinks a moment, then nods confidently. "It may take a little more time, but that should work." She steps a little close, then hesitates again. "Ah... are you adversely affected by light ah... 'magic', by any chance?" Better safe than sorry.

"Only the sort intended for that purpose," he says with a bit of humor, beginning to work on removing his left gauntlet. Blessedly, it still comes off without much of a fuss in spite of the arm hanging as limp from the shoulder as a piece of meat from- No, no, he'll just be cutting that line of thought off now. Whatever miracle or unknown sorcery this healer intended to do would surely fix the issue.

And if he shifted just a little closer to his currently silent partner in the process of arranging his now exposed forearm on his knee for easier access, it was surely just a coincidence.

A thought occurs to him.

"Might I ask thy name?"

She offers a smile and a nod at the confirmation, then reaches carefully to set her palm against his arm, trying not to outwardly wince at the damage. Her touch is warm and oddly comforting as her Light begins to seek his own, following the path up his arm carefully, slowly to cause as little pain as possible.

She breaks her concentration only for a moment to look between the two again, then laughs softly. "Oh, right. I'm Dove. I've only been here a few months myself."

The knight wouldn't have blamed her if she had visibly winced. How could he, when he's fighting the urge to look away, to pretend that his bones had surely not been shattered in places and that the dark had not had the chance to creep in? Truthfully, what keeps him watching is the way the taint of the Abyss seems to almost flee her touch, returning his skin to a healthy earthen tone. It's fascinating; it's relieving in a way he couldn't begin to put into words.

...He'd rather the numbness receding was not accompanied by a relatively minor amount of pain, but that's such a small price in exchange for an arm that there's no way he's going to complain.

"'Tis a pleasure to make your acquaintance, though the circumstances are... less than ideal. I am Artorias, and mine partner is Ciaran." Ah, good. His voice is still steady enough that only those who'd known him a long time would likely notice any distress. This is going far more smoothly than the rest of the day would have had him believe it would.

She can sense the relief and keeps her reassuring smile in place, now with a little less effort to do so. Her eyes glow softly in the dimness of the evening, but that steady flow of Light will only continue to seek and mend what has been broken, coaxing his body to restore itself at ten times the speed.

"Looks like the pleasure is all mine," she tells them, sheepishly nodding toward his arm. He can't be having a good time, having just been dragged to a new world on top of this injury. "I hope Genessia will treat you more kindly than wherever you've come from..."

It's certainly done that and more for her.

Oh, if you still need help. I'd be happy to offer.

I believe we have an adequate number of healers, at the moment. Any information you might be willing to provide would be quite helpful though.

It depends on what you would consider helpful. The most obvious is you do get your own place for free, but only for a month, then you have to either find your own place, or live the live of a nomad.

To begin with, are all the provided lodgings built solely with those who art human sized in mind? If so, 'tis somewhat less than ideal given mine own height...

Edited 2018-09-11 07:50 (UTC)

I believe so... Which is odd because there are people of various sizes around here. But with the money you have you can just find somewhere or buy a tent that you can stay in.

[Artorias isn't exactly surprised that they just went with housing sized for people between five and six and a half feet. Most people seemed to exist in that range, and for all the pleasantries and assurances that this was a safe place, they had been abducted, so an oversight regarding temporary housing is well within the range of expected. He's not about to ruin a perfectly nice conversation by commenting on it though.]

Perhaps we will. Is there a nearby forest we might make camp then?

There is one in Fayren. I should know because I camped there myself. But warning, there are animals in there that could hurt you.

[That gets a warm chuckle out of him.]

I appreciate the warning, but I think we should be alright. I have something of a knack with beasts.

Does that mean you can talk to them?

[Because that was the conclusion to jump to.]

To, yes. With... not near so much. Body language is normally enough to get by, but it may have been easier to teach Sif to wield a blade were she able to speak as we do.

[His tone says that he clearly has never considered that it might be considered weird to teach woodland creatures how to use swords. Or at the very least has been told that it is, but still doesn't get why.]

[It is a very weird thought to imagine an animal wielding a sword or something along those lines.]

You'd teach an animal to wield weapons? Most animals can fight without the need, can't they?

Which would you prefer to face an armored opponent with? Claw and fang? Or steel?

...Of course, I'd prefer she not need to at all, but she is quite insistent for a pup.

And there are things one might fight that should not get close, or accidentally ingested.

[ Sif don't bite something nasty, use the sword instead. ]

Could you, I don't know just keep them safely away?

I did try that. Alas, anything short of keeping her closed in a room did not work, and it would hardly be fair to keep a wolf pup locked away.

...Of course, I would also not put it past her to figure out how to escape. She is very clever. [He sounds so fond.]

Yeah, I guess locking them away would be awful. But the wolf pup sounds awfully loyal and adorable.

Though...that is just me saying adorable.

You are a woman of good taste. Ciaran aside, I could not ask for a better companion than Sif.

[She smiled slightly.]

That's good to hear. Ah, but right now I have some work I need to attend to, so for now I have to say goodbye.

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