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Re: Galleon of the Black Mast
Gentle agile hands had tugged at bandages, smoothly so lightly over the burnt flesh as to be but feathers and she desperately hoped that her light touch was not causing Eben any pain. The skin beneath the bandages was healing well, all things considered, but Eben seemed so weak. It was as if he was being sapped by more than his wounds and she bit her lip while cleaning the skin. Before she was able to finish, tears leaked from Eben's eyes and she halted, unsure of whether she had caused him pain or not.
Before she could finish her work, Amilio approached her, asking how both she and Eben were doing. She opened her mouth to speak but a flurry of events unfolded just then. The captain walked into the little infirmary area, no doubt having heard that Eben had requested to see him. She'd backed away a little bit, unsure of whether to give them privacy or not. Just as the captain reached Eben's side, his eyes rolled and pupils dilated until it seemed his eyes were entirely black. After, he began to shake violently and the captain pinned him down by his slender arms, so drained from his bedrest. As unexpectedly as it had begun, the fit was over.
Pressing around 9Lives to get to Eben's side, trying not to see as though she was pushing the captain out of her way but rather edging around him, she checked Eben's breathing. Shallow and ragged, it was, and she furrowed her brow. His condition did not seem to be improving and she was at a loss for how to help him. Sh was not even marginally trained in caring for the damaged and sick - all that she knew of treating him stemmed from what she'd learned from the knights in the castle back home as a child.
Eben's body was limb, his burnt flesh exposed to the open air. It was airing out a little for now and she could see that the changing of the bandages was also shedding the damaged skin but there was a fluid pooled around the wound that she made a mental note of needing to dab with a rag. Glancing over to 9Lives and Amilio and then back to Eben, she was unsure of what to do. Eben was embarrassed by his injuries and ashamed for others to see him in such a state but his words, pleading for the virgin's prayer, sparked something in 9Lives's eyes. He would likely be bringing someone else in here, then?
Rummaging through the box, Tradewind extracted a clean rag, a rarity on such a ship, and more bandages. She would try to preserve Eben what little dignity he had left if she could while doing all possible to have him healed.
Gentle agile hands had tugged at bandages, smoothly so lightly over the burnt flesh as to be but feathers and she desperately hoped that her light touch was not causing Eben any pain. The skin beneath the bandages was healing well, all things considered, but Eben seemed so weak. It was as if he was being sapped by more than his wounds and she bit her lip while cleaning the skin. Before she was able to finish, tears leaked from Eben's eyes and she halted, unsure of whether she had caused him pain or not.
Before she could finish her work, Amilio approached her, asking how both she and Eben were doing. She opened her mouth to speak but a flurry of events unfolded just then. The captain walked into the little infirmary area, no doubt having heard that Eben had requested to see him. She'd backed away a little bit, unsure of whether to give them privacy or not. Just as the captain reached Eben's side, his eyes rolled and pupils dilated until it seemed his eyes were entirely black. After, he began to shake violently and the captain pinned him down by his slender arms, so drained from his bedrest. As unexpectedly as it had begun, the fit was over.
Pressing around 9Lives to get to Eben's side, trying not to see as though she was pushing the captain out of her way but rather edging around him, she checked Eben's breathing. Shallow and ragged, it was, and she furrowed her brow. His condition did not seem to be improving and she was at a loss for how to help him. Sh was not even marginally trained in caring for the damaged and sick - all that she knew of treating him stemmed from what she'd learned from the knights in the castle back home as a child.
Eben's body was limb, his burnt flesh exposed to the open air. It was airing out a little for now and she could see that the changing of the bandages was also shedding the damaged skin but there was a fluid pooled around the wound that she made a mental note of needing to dab with a rag. Glancing over to 9Lives and Amilio and then back to Eben, she was unsure of what to do. Eben was embarrassed by his injuries and ashamed for others to see him in such a state but his words, pleading for the virgin's prayer, sparked something in 9Lives's eyes. He would likely be bringing someone else in here, then?
Rummaging through the box, Tradewind extracted a clean rag, a rarity on such a ship, and more bandages. She would try to preserve Eben what little dignity he had left if she could while doing all possible to have him healed.