[center][img]http://i.imgur.com/xjGbRyd.jpg[/img][/center][center][h1][color=f6989d] Alexis [/color][/h1][/center]

Alexis hurriedly cleaned up and then waited for Elias to return. When they were both ready they slipped in a side door. She had her arm in his and she laughed at something that he had presumably said so no one would think anything of it. They made their rounds around the room one last time but she could tell something else was on Elias' mind. Making an excuse of having twisted her ankle while dancing in case her limping was noticeable their carriage was called for them.

The ride home was about forty five minutes by carriage. As soon as they were away from the Broussard Property she unsnapped her skirt and pulled it off to the side to look at her thigh. Vetala wounds tended to be nasty and painful but short lived if treated quickly. The skin around it had already turned purple and swelled up quite a bit, the infection had started pussing and oozing. She ripped the pants to see it better. Pulling out a bottle from under the seat she opened it and took a swig and started to pour some over the wound. She started to scream and stopped pouring instantly. 

Breathing hard [color=f6989d]"Give me your belt."[/color] She handed him the bottle and took the offered belt. [color=f6989d]"Can you do it? We can't wait."[/color] Her hands were shaking as the burning still felt like fire on her leg. She folded the belt and placed it between her teeth and when the alcohol hit her open wound she almost bit through the belt. The infection had already started and it was being flushed out by the alcohol. Once most of it was gone she took the bottle and drank the rest of it and gave him his belt back. Alexis was breathless from the exertion of energy from the cleansing of the wound. She sat up and carefully tried to wrap it but her hands were shaking from the pain still.

Alexis looked at Elias and she felt that she knew what was wrong. [color=f6989d]"Can you help me wrap it til we get home?" [/color]Watching his every move and his expressions she knew he was dealing with memories of the past, probably the same kind she often had.

[color=f6989d]"I know I'm not who you wish you were fighting beside. I miss my sister too. I never thought I'd be fighting with anyone else either."[/color]

[@December]