“I’ve heard one of those things, at least” Kathlin observed dubiously as she floated slowly down from the hole in the ceiling. “Li, maybe you should let me handle that”

“Hmm…I’ve run out of disinfectant” Liaena mused aloud as she peered at the most serious looking jagged wound in Mei’s arm. Choosing to completely ignore the other apprentice, the girl’s eyes fixated on the bottle Mei had just been handed. “Perfect, thanks”

Removing it with a deft swipe out of the much larger woman’s hands, the girl reached into her bag to produce a corkscrew that she held like a weapon. Liaena then started to attack the cork with a vengeance, levering it slowly out of the bottle as Kathlin hovered behind with an Are-You-Sure-You-Know-What-You’re-Doing look painted all over her face. “Poultice”

“….I do rank you, you know”

Glancing around briefly in the fairly decimated cellar, Kathlin reached down to grab the edge of her robe and tear off a sizeable length of it. Rolling this up and passing it to Liaena, the latter started cheerfully soaking it in alcohol. “Really? Since when?”

“Forever? But I passed an exam, so it’s now official”

“Well congratulations. I’m sure that gave you all you need in real-world skills” Liaena said in a decidedly sardonic tone as she pressed the soaked poultice into the cut – hard. From Mei’s perspective, it was as though her arm had just been set on fire. Kathlin watched her eyes anxiously for any sign of a bezerker rage. “Tell me, did they test your kidnapability?”

 “No.”

Kathlin pointed up at the Draenei, who looked as though she wasn’t particularly enjoying being the centre of the two girls’ attention – particularly Liaena’s. “Would you mind if I healed her now?”

“….”

“Fine, fine….I’ve cleaned the wound for you” the smaller girl grumbled after a long, grumpy silence. Shifting away from Mei, Kathlin replaced her at the Draenei’s side, laying a hand on the still oozing wound as she gave Mei a light smile. “I’m very sorry to hear about your warlock problem. Light protect you. And uhm, heal you”

Closing her eyes, Kathlin raised her chin up to look towards the ceiling as she began to mouth words silently under her breath. As she did so, a glow started to emanate from under the hand that was resting on Mei’s arm, rapidly increasing to then fade away. As the girl finished the prayer and removed her hand, the bleeding wound was replaced with scarred tissue that looked like the injury was at least a week old. The girl gave her a somewhat awkward smile, shrugging her shoulders clumsily before moving on to the next injury, a far less grievous wound in her leg. “I can’t…uh, promise the protection bit, but I’ll do my best”

“[b]She can’t fight[/b]” Liaena informed Mei in a loud, not-whisper. A hand reappeared briefly from behind the massive hulk that was Mei to hold up a finger defensively. “Protect those. That protect themselves. Scripture!"