Drake had grabbed the small roll of emergency supplies he kept for exactly this sort of situation, though it remained tucked into his open-cut, feather-patterned robe for the moment. So did the thermos of tea, herbs hastily poured in before the hot water he always had on hand at the office. Why was that important? Because it took multiple Velgarthian Healers to fix what one stupid Velgarthian Healer did to himself, and Amberdrake was the only one in this place.
He didn't pay their audience any mind, pushing the lower half of Sanzo's robe open to find the bloodsoaked holes in his jeans. A quick snip with his belt-knife gave him enough room to get skin contact beside the wounds themselves, threading the Gift in directly through his fingertips. He could work through cloth, but it took more energy, and he didn't know how much he would need for this... situation.
Meat was easier than bone, and either was easier than extracting foreign objects. So he'd start here, the wounds growing closed at their deepest points and spreading out back toward the skin. Stitched back together, vein by vein, muscle fiber by muscle fiber. Fluid buildup was pushed away, energy funneled in through his fingertips. Any sign of infection was purged before it could even begin. His eyes remained unfocused, seeing everything he was doing with detail that modern medical machines could only aspire to one day achieve in even still imagery, let alone in real time.
The birds were restless, hopping from stump to stump to tree to rock. Vigilant. Spread out. It wouldn't take someone super observant to know they were making sure nothing snuck up on the distracted Healer or his patients. Garth seemed to be in charge of the flock, doing the most flittering from spot to spot as though checking on the others.
Only Red remained where he was, perched on Sanzo, out of Drake's way. The foul-mouthed little bird offered a few small noises at the blond priest.
"...Silver buckshot," Amberdrake finally said aloud, without looking up at Cassian. He'd also noticed the signature way trees and the ground had been sliced to shit by indestructible paper, but Cassian wasn't missing limbs. Sanzo, meanwhile, had buckshot in his bones.
His tone was mild, like it was just a dry observation. But in reality, oh, the doctor was already annoyed.
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He didn't pay their audience any mind, pushing the lower half of Sanzo's robe open to find the bloodsoaked holes in his jeans. A quick snip with his belt-knife gave him enough room to get skin contact beside the wounds themselves, threading the Gift in directly through his fingertips. He could work through cloth, but it took more energy, and he didn't know how much he would need for this... situation.
Meat was easier than bone, and either was easier than extracting foreign objects. So he'd start here, the wounds growing closed at their deepest points and spreading out back toward the skin. Stitched back together, vein by vein, muscle fiber by muscle fiber. Fluid buildup was pushed away, energy funneled in through his fingertips. Any sign of infection was purged before it could even begin. His eyes remained unfocused, seeing everything he was doing with detail that modern medical machines could only aspire to one day achieve in even still imagery, let alone in real time.
The birds were restless, hopping from stump to stump to tree to rock. Vigilant. Spread out. It wouldn't take someone super observant to know they were making sure nothing snuck up on the distracted Healer or his patients. Garth seemed to be in charge of the flock, doing the most flittering from spot to spot as though checking on the others.
Only Red remained where he was, perched on Sanzo, out of Drake's way. The foul-mouthed little bird offered a few small noises at the blond priest.
"...Silver buckshot," Amberdrake finally said aloud, without looking up at Cassian. He'd also noticed the signature way trees and the ground had been sliced to shit by indestructible paper, but Cassian wasn't missing limbs. Sanzo, meanwhile, had buckshot in his bones.
His tone was mild, like it was just a dry observation. But in reality, oh, the doctor was already annoyed.