His remark about being completely deaf caused her head to jerk back in surprise. Well, that was an unexpected response, especially considering he’s the one that fell onto her. Where did he come from anyway? She didn’t hear any footsteps, nor did she see a figure around. He climbed off of her and seemed to have difficulty standing. Looking down he realized that she had blood on her, and it was no small glance to realize that the blood was coming from him.

Annabelle stared at the young man in wonder, even as he tried to act evil towards her. A ‘dangerous wizard’ he said, ‘associating with him will cause death’ he said, why was he being so defensive. Her hands gripped onto her bag as she watched the young man fall to the ground once again.

“Dangerous or deadly doesn’t matter to me.” She dropped to her knees next to him and lifted him, propping him up again the trunk of a tree, “We’re all destined to die. You’re not scaring me away by acting tough. I can’t leave a fellow wizard like this, no matter how deadly you are.” A nod rose and fell her blonde head as she pushed her glasses up onto her face from the end of her nose and placed her hand gently on his. “Let me see.”

“Please, you need help and I can do it.” Annabelle’s voice was nearly pleading with him, he was injured and in need of help. Finally pulling his hand from his body, she rolled up his shirt without giving a second thought about it. Hopefully he wasn’t self-conscious about his body because she was nearly pulling him out of his shirt so she could examine the wound. Oh man that looked nasty. “Okay… Okay…” She muttered under her breathe. Waving her hand gently in the air, the air picked up speed and wind began to circulate. Soon she had what can only be described as a mini-tornado in her palm of her hand. “I can heal the wound on the outside but the recovery will be slow.” Leaning down she blew gently on the tornado which went straight to his cut.

Her magic was peaceful and graceful, much like her. A smile moved across her full lips as she placed her hand against his cut. It was hot to the touch but she was gently pushing the window inside the wound to close it up. She placed her other hand on his shoulder to balance herself on her knees. “Just keep breathing.” She said gently. Her tactics for communicating with someone she was healing was to stay calm, collected and as gentle as she could. When you’re going through an intense amount of pain, receiving kindness helps a lot. 

“I’m Annabelle, Annabelle McBride.” She needed a bit of time for her magic to work; especially considering how bad his injury was, they had a bit of time to talk. Maybe she could get him to open up.