[h2][center][color=azure]Artemis Fleur[/color][/center][/h2]
[h3][center][color=azure]Dene Nehel[/color][/center][/h3][hr][hr]

Artemis had finished healing her friend’s shoulder wound by the time both archers reached her doorstep. She broke off the arrow lodged in Vaclav’s leg and willed her healing salve and a mesh cloth over to them. The salve was infused with calendula and lavender to help with infection and bleeding. Holding down his leg to prevent any sudden movement, Artemis applied the salve liberally to both sides of the wound. When she heard Vaclav hiss in pain, Artemis whispered a small spell to relieve this pain. [color=azure]“Shh, almost done.”[/color] After the salve was applied, she wrapped the wound with the cloth. When they were in a better position, Artemis would heal it properly.

Finally, Artemis turned around to face the scene behind her. She had been purposefully avoiding the men behind her to avoid provoking any of their rage further. Usually her clinic was calm and peaceful. Patients would walk in asking for help with a minor wound or sickness; then leave once they were treated. There was never any violence at her doorstep. What turned out to be a typical day has quickly gone downhill. It angered her but terrified her more, especially with Vaclav already wounded. [color=azure] “Explain yourselves. What are you doing showing up to my doorstep armed and shooting the people that are in my clinic?” [/color]Artemis hoped she sounded more assertive than she felt. Her eyes took in the countenance of the first boy- Liran. It didn’t seem like he would be standing for much longer but she fought the urge to surge forward to help him until she got some answers.