“Prickly, aren't you?” Naya quipped while raising an eyebrow at the demon, but she's already crawling forward, brushing the young angel’s scarlet hair out of her face and studying her closely. The frail looking creature is littered in all manner of gashes and her gurgling breaths did not sound promising in the slightest. The witch reaches forward, gently feeling at the the angel’s ribs. Her fingers brush over each one, applying pressure as she traveled downward--

The wounded woman’s face twists up in agony and she emits a pitiful keen. “Sorry, little dove,” Naya softly murmurs to the angel, pulling her hands back quickly to avoid causing any more distress to the beautiful creature. Broken rib then, but just the one it felt like. Still, it wouldn't do to leave it much longer, lest it puncture a lung. Naya moves on, inspecting the wings and concluding one was broken, the other possibly sprained. 

“Princess!”

The brunette’s head jerks up, raising an eyebrow at the naked man who had [i]finally[/i] decided to wake up. The witch is confused by the term princess, but she doesn't have time to dwell on it now, not with the other woman in such a critical condition. “I'll patch her up, man beast, just stand back.”

Naya pulls her grimoire out, flipping until she gets to the very back of the book and stopping when she gets to [b][i]’To Mend Bones’[/i][/b]. Her green eyes study the runes before she nods, pulling her dagger free and pausing for a moment. She didn't have all of the ingredients required, so it would take more blood than the recipe originally called for. After a moment of hesitation Naya digs the tip of her dagger into her own forearm, dragging it down until a generous amount of blood began to burst forth.

She dips her finger in the crimson liquid and begins to draw the runes. One on the angel’s forehead, one on each wrist, one on the chest, and finally one on each wing. As each moment passes Naya’s hands begin to shake more and more, the feeling of magic vibrating under her skin to the point that it is almost painful. The witch dips her finger into her blood one last time before pressing it to the angel’s lips. 

Everything whites out for a moment and Naya can’t see anything at all.

When she comes back to herself the witch is bent over the ginger woman, her breathing labored as she tries to get her breath back. She reaches a trembling hand up and feels at the angel's ribs again, pleased to find that they were no longer broken. “You next, prince,” Naya pants, holding her mother’s dagger, hilt first, towards the demon. “Just a couple of drops should be adequate. It’ll heal up any damage to her lungs.”

“I can't fix her wings without a sacrifice. So you can either fetch me an owl or wait till we get her back to the shop,” Naya informs, going to stand up but the overwhelming feeling of vertigo keeps her down. “W-when you're done take my s-pant-scarf and bind her wings down t-to-gasp-immobilize them.”

Gods, she was gonna be sick.

[@Sarcelle Renard][@Soufflegirl123][@Ace of flames01]