[h2][center][color=azure]Artemis Fleur[/color][/center][/h2]
[h3][center][color=azure]Dena Nehele[/color][/center][/h3][hr][hr]
Artemis frowned at the two boys. They were both clearly too young to have witness the blood that had been shed tonight. Glancing down at the boiling water, Artemis toss a few different herbs in, among them peppermint and lemongrass. She wanted to help the kids calm down. They were coming down from their adrenalin high and she wanted to combat the shock that was inevitability coming before it set in too deep. While the tea was steeping, Artemis murmured a spell to strengthen the tea further. She set two cups in front of the boys. Beneth seemed better off than his brother so she turned to Larin first, blocking his view of the dead Hyallian in the corner.
 
“Your father died valiantly. Remember that.” She whispered more words of encouragement as she looked Liran over. She started checking his head for injuries before going lower. When Artemis got to his arms, she whisked over the bowl of water and clean towels next to her to clean them off. They were so caked with blood she wasn’t sure whose it was. “Now if you’re going to puke, aim for the bowl,” she said with levity. Often humor helped her patients deal with the emotions churning through them. 

Artemis glanced over at Vaclav, having a quick silent conversation with him. She should probably heal his other wound soon. Knowing her friend, he would probably want to leave this house for a bit. Who knew when more Hyallians would come and ransack their place, especially with a dead Hyallian in her clinic. They should probably get rid of that body as soon as they can too. Artemis held in a deep sigh. She didn’t want to think what Dorothea would do to Dena Nehele.