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Clarissa bit back the response she wanted to give, not particularly wanting the girl to change her mind and reject the healing outright. She shifted round to Brynn's back to see the damage properly. Her fingers were cool at first as they hovered over the wound.
Beren. Do I do as she says, or just go flat-out?
Do as she says, you earn her trust. Heal her completely, risk the opposite.
She sighed and started the process. Her hands glowed brightly, casting the same sheen over Brynn's back. They heated slowly, sending a ripple of warmth over her patient's back. "You're aware that there's probably poison in this wound?" She frowned, letting the worst of the wound knit together under her fingers. "I don't know if I can eradicate it without doing a full healing; I'd guess with the fighting and running around you've been doing that it's already worked in pretty well to your bloodstream." She lifted her hands away from the girl's back, having done all she could without overstepping the mark.
"You need either a full healing or an antidote, and you need it very soon. If you don't plan on letting me do it then you need to go back to the city asap." She stole a glance at the girl. Taller, built slender. Probably prettier too. Certainly better facial structure. Clarissa couldn't make out a lot from her angle. She heard the familiar sound of Beren's trotting and leant back to rest against him. His thoughts reached her ears, matter-of-fact. She took some comfort from his words.
She's stubborn. Proud probably. You should just hope she's not stupid or that poison could be the end of her. She's probably aware of this, so don't point it out.
Beren. Do I do as she says, or just go flat-out?
Do as she says, you earn her trust. Heal her completely, risk the opposite.
She sighed and started the process. Her hands glowed brightly, casting the same sheen over Brynn's back. They heated slowly, sending a ripple of warmth over her patient's back. "You're aware that there's probably poison in this wound?" She frowned, letting the worst of the wound knit together under her fingers. "I don't know if I can eradicate it without doing a full healing; I'd guess with the fighting and running around you've been doing that it's already worked in pretty well to your bloodstream." She lifted her hands away from the girl's back, having done all she could without overstepping the mark.
"You need either a full healing or an antidote, and you need it very soon. If you don't plan on letting me do it then you need to go back to the city asap." She stole a glance at the girl. Taller, built slender. Probably prettier too. Certainly better facial structure. Clarissa couldn't make out a lot from her angle. She heard the familiar sound of Beren's trotting and leant back to rest against him. His thoughts reached her ears, matter-of-fact. She took some comfort from his words.
She's stubborn. Proud probably. You should just hope she's not stupid or that poison could be the end of her. She's probably aware of this, so don't point it out.