[h2][center][color=azure]Artemis Fleur[/color][/center][/h2]
[h3][center][color=azure]Dene Nehel[/color][/center][/h3][hr][hr]
Artemis startled at the voice shouting at her. She almost dropped the mortar she was using to crush some poppy seeds but caught it at the last minute. Setting the bowl aside, she rushed over to the Warlord, ushering over to the cot she used for her patients. [color=Azure]“You’ll have to drop your shield.”[/color] Artemis made sure he was laid down properly before fetching a bowl of water and some towels. 

Dipping the towels in the water, Artemis cleaned the Warlord’s wound as best as she could to assess the damage. The gouge was deep though it did not seem to have hit a major artery. That didn’t stop her from worrying though. Wounds like this often damaged muscle and organs. If the blood loss didn’t kill someone, something else will. Putting her now blood-soaked towel aside, Artemis placed both hands on the wound, readily herself. Slowly, she let them phase through the Warlord’s flesh and seek out what was damaged. At first, Artemis was overwhelmed with how deeply wounded the Hyallian man was; her instincts telling her to heal everything. However, she found the worst of his damages- a nicked intestine- and focused on it instead, slipping into a deeper trance.

Before Artemis slipped deeper into her healing trance, she felt Vaclav’s presence entering the room. He glanced at his friend to ensure her safety before striding over to the forsaken weapon at their doorstep. Vaclav picked up the sword, feeling out its heft. Then he scanned the area to see if trouble had follow the Warlord.