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[color=ed145b][h3]~Isabella~[/h3][/color][/center]
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Isabella waited patiently for the slave to calm down - she wasn't confident in her own ability to say or use words to make her feel better. So for a few moments, she sat in silence while the girl cried. She was at least glad she seemed to realize what she wanted swiftly, though she would have stayed as long as it took. When the girl finally extended a hand to her, she gently took it, holding it softly in her hand while the other went to see about removing those bandages of hers.

It wasn't pretty.

Isabella's nose scrunched at the sight of it, having to hold back a quiet gasp of the cruelty that had been inflicted upon this young girl. So senseless.

[color=ed145b]"...why..."[/color] She quietly spoke, but set to work quickly. She had never used this magic in quite the amounts she was about to attempt using it, so she'd need to be careful and it needed a steady hand. She didn't want to hurt the girl further. Thankfully there was just enough left for her to be able to do something with her craft. Isabella placed her other hand on top of the girls, softly embracing it with hers on both sides, closed her eyes, and inhaled. Isabella placed her other hand on top of the girls, softly embracing it with hers on both sides, closed her eyes, and inhaled. before speaking quietly. [color=ed145b]"Don't...move...will hurt a bit."[/color]

First, there was a sharp sting, causing one of the gases to bleed again. Isabella would hold the girls hand as hard as she could to prevent her from trying to move - but the pain wouldn't last. It was immediately followed by a warm, throbbing, itching sensation that began crawling up her hands where the gashes were. If the girl so happened to look she'd notice that Isabella had removed her hand from on top hers and was slowly moving her hand along the gashes - blood seemingly moving on its own as it began stitching the wound together the itching sensation following it up her hand until every single gash had been sewn together and covered in a thin layer of seemingly hard, congealed blood that looked to act as a protective layer of some sort, but didn't seem to hinder movement in any way. The wound would still need to heal naturally, but this should make it hurt less and heal faster.

Once that was done, Isabella moved to the second hand and repeated the process silently. Another sharp pain as blood began to flow, followed by that same itching sensation. Her breathing was getting heavier - she hadn't exhausted herself like this before and she hadn't the practice with it that she wanted to have so it made extended usage like this difficult, or at least tiring.

After her second hand was done, Isabella took a moment to catch her breath, looking at the slave girl as she let her hands go. Soon, the girl would find Isabella removing the bandages on her neck, seemingly intent on repeating the process once again.