[center] [color=CEA2FF] Yy'Sil Aletheia Tahti [/color], the [color=D43445] Mind of Sikal [/color], [color=3498DB](MAIN) [/color] [/center]

[h1] [center] Artis Port  [/center] [/h1]

Having stayed back at Reinold's motions, she hid behind whatever she could find, which was the wooden stand.  Curling up and tucking her head under her arms, she braced herself for the explosion that occurred casting a buff upon herself that raised her resistances.  The blast had tossed the soldier from earlier away and past Yy'Sil as she ducked to saved herself on the ground for extra measure.  As the noises died down, she raised her head and looked around before raising her whole body.  

She lifted herself before eyeing Reinold as he climbed out of the window that he was tossed out of.  Just as she was about to ask of his condition, she took note of his condition, however, and quickly approached his crawling body.   

[color=f26522] "I'm alright.  Tend to his injuries.  If he dies, our word won't hold much weight in a trial.  And, I'd rather not hang for nothing short of terrorism in Praelium."[/color]  Having not ever stepped foot in Praelium before, she assumed that Reinold had far greater experiences here than herself.  Looking over where Reinold was pointing, and approached the guard.  

[color=CEA2FF]"Then please don't be alarmed..And contact someone about the..Fire..As soon as you can.  I have very little knowledge of how to control it at this point."[/color]  Yy'sil bowed her head towards Reinold and then proceeded to the soldier unconscious on the ground.  Kneeling down, Yy'Sil shuffled her dress and cloak so that her knees were not touching the ground full of debris, and started attending to the thrown soldier.  Examining him with gentle touches until she found the areas she would need to treat.  Gently removing his helmet, she placed it to the side of his head.  The soldier definitely had a concussion of some sort, definitely.  Moving on, she looked at the open wound on the shoulder of the soldier and did her best to remove the clothes.  The fabric that she couldn't remove, she ended up taking out her knife that was holstered at her thigh and cut any material away in a gentle manner to avoid increasing the amount of damage he had taken.  After removing the obscuring material, she pressed down on the wound with a cloth in hand and allowed the blood to be soaked up by the fabric.  After cleaning the blood off the wound, she saw something odd.

The opening of the soldier's wound was a purple-ish hue, masked by more blood that was pouring out and slowly darkening in color.  Yy'sil bit her bottom lip.  It was poison.  Rather potent stuff from her observations.  Most likely coating the bolt and whatever remained inside of the soldier or leftover of the bolt.  Magic could treat wounds, but not all wounds, yet.  She wasn't willing to risk the damages that magic could cause if she didn't do the treatment properly, so she changed her approach.    

[color=CEA2FF]"My apologies for whatever pain I may cause you..."[/color] she tore a piece of her cloak and balled it up.  Grabbing a green vial from her belt around her waist, she poured a few drops onto the fabric before putting it into the soldier's mouth the best she could.    Anesthetic, of some sort, that would keep the soldier knocked out as he would try to inhale from his mouth and nose.  Afterwards, she pulled a small glass vial-like bottle that held an amber colored liquid inside.  Closing the vial, she put the vial into her mouth to hold it for the time being.    Observing the contents through the glass bottle, she nodded and pulled a rolled up leather case that clinked slightly.  Unrolling the case would revealed several small medical blades,  a strange and small looking pair of forceps that looked somewhat like scissors, and several needles of varying lengths and thicknesses, and wire that resembled that of string.  Having already exposed arms and hands, she inhaled, and exhaled, allowing a very hot breathe to blow over the flesh of her palms and fingertips before picking up a blade and doing the same to it.  

She proceeded to firmly press into the slowly rotting flesh of the wound, opening it a little more to allow a better view of what was leftover of the bolt that lingered.  Setting the blade aside, and away from the other equipment of hers, she grabbed the scissor-like forceps and pushed them inside the soldier's wound.  It would seem a bit crude, but it was going to get the job done.  Watching the wound closely, she kept squeezing the forceps gently together to test whether or not she could find the bolt.  Once the handles would no longer close, it meant that she had found the leftover bit of the bold.  

[color=CEA2FF]"If you're awakening, breathe and bite into the gag..."[/color] She huffed.  A little miffed at the rather lewd comment, but she pulled quickly upwards, pulling the residual bolt from the male's shoulder.  She almost dropped the toxic metal, but before she could,  she placed it next to the bloodied knife and forceps that were a great distance away from the clean equipment.  Pulling the vial out of her mouth, she poured the amber colored liquid into the wound that the bolt created.  A small burning and hissing noise as well as the faint scent of burning flesh arose from the wound as it sunk into the wound, slowly returning the flesh to it's normal flesh-like state.  Setting the empty vial with the used equipment, she then grabbed a thicker needle and some of the wired thread; she strung the thread through the needle's eye and tied the end in a knot.  She pierced the edge of the wound and would stitch the opposite side in order to bring the wound closed, and continued to stitch the wound shut in a quick yet accurate manner.  It was almost a perfect stitch.  two or three of the stitches were slightly crooked compared to the others, but other then that, they were tight and sturdy.  

While setting the dirtied materials aside, she observed the wound before pressing a palm over it and allowing a faint and warm glow to emit from her palm.  Breathing steadily, the wound itself was slowly healing, and all the tendons within the inside were slowly fixing themselves into a state before it was pierced.  It only took about 20 to 30 minutes, but to her and possibly others around, it would seem like forever.  

[color=CEA2FF]"Hopefully it'll be fixed."[/color]  Yy'Sil sighed out a breath as she watched the wound change in color from a bruised looking red to a more flesh toned color gradually.  [color=CEA2FF]"I just hope he doesn't dare strain himself...It could re-open.."[/color]