[center][b][h1][colour=AF7817]Iroryn[/colour] & [color=f26522]Ariel[/color][/h1][/b][/center]
[center][sup]A collaboration between [@Athol] and [@Aragorn][/sup][/center]

As she saw the remaining orcs fall back, Iroryn let out a long breath as her sword tip dropped. [colour=AF7817][b][i]Well THAT was fun…[/I][/b][/colour] She thought before answering Alm. [colour=AF7817][b]”Still good!”[/b][/colour] She answered before looking about; she’d heard the asshole say something about wounded. A quick look showed him with and out cold Lady Olivia and that Ariel seemed to nursing a rather nasty gash to her side.

[colour=AF7817][b]”Shit,”[/b][/colour] She said as she hustled over to Ariel. [colour=AF7817][b]”Got you good there. C’mon, lemme have a look. I’m no ‘professional’ but I’ve done this before.”[/b][/colour] She threw herself under Ariel’s arm on the wounded side to ease strain then motioned back towards the standing water of the oasis.

At the end of it, Ariel almost stumbled to the ground, the pain of the wound almost overtaking her, and accepted Iroryn's assistance with a pained thank you. She leaned heavily on Iroryn as they made their way back towards the oasis. [color=f26522]"I-[i]ow[/i]-did my best to treat it."[/color] She gasped, attempting to ignore the pain. [color=f26522]"But a dagger isn't exactly a bandage."[/color] As they went she felt something drip down her side. The gash must not have been fully closed by her actions, or it somehow reopened.

Easing Ariel to the ground beside the water, she muttered an apology as the other woman flinched. [colour=AF7817][b]”Sorry ‘bout this.”[/b][/colour] Once she had Ariel down and leaning to her ‘good’ side, Iroryn lifted Ariel’s top as carefully as she could to get a look at the wound. ‘Flash sealed’ by Ariel’s tanto, the rather ugly wound was still letting too much blood out, and it looked like some other stuff had been caught in there as well.

[colour=AF7817][b]”This’ll sting a bit.”[/b][/colour] Pulling out her grimorie, her lips moved as she cast ‘Water Whip’ and pulled a tendril of water out of the oasis and used it to wash Ariel’s wound. Once clean, she had Ariel put as much pressure as she could stand on it with her hand, while she went for a bandage.

Ariel gritted her teeth as Iroryn proceeded to clean the wound with the water tendril, pain flaring randomly up her side, all the while trying not to look at the source of her discomfort. Once it was finished, the pain subsided to a dull roar, and she allowed herself to look the tear. It looked, and felt, a lot better now that it was clean. [color=f26522]"Thank you."[/color] She said gratefully as she kept her hand on the wound, ignoring the blood leaking from the cut. At least now, the gash would have a chance to heal somewhat cleanly. [i]"This is going to leave one hell of a scar once it finally heals."[/i] She thought to herself, once again cursing her carelessness. At least it was a spot that would normally be covered, which was a small blessing.

Hustling back to her kit, Iroryn rummaged through until she’d dug out a clean-ish undershirt; she knew she hadn’t had any bandages, so she needed to improvise. Crouching beside Ariel once again, she borrowed a tanto to rip the shirt into several pieces, folding up a few to stop up the wound and then binding it in place with the rest. [colour=AF7817][b]”There, that [I]should[/I] hold up until the bleeding stops, but I’d really go see a proper healer when we get back.”[/b][/colour]

[center][b]-=Next Morning=-[/b][/center]

The next morning brought some troubling news in that Lady Olivia still had yet to wake up from the blow she’d taken. She was dubious about Alm’s decision to leave the Asshole behind as one of the people to keep an eye on her, but she kept the opinion to herself.

Gathering up what little she’d brought didn’t take much time, and in short order she was ready to go. While waiting for the order to move off, she sidled over to Ariel and asked in a low voice. [colour=AF7817][b]”You good to go?”[/b][/colour]