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Cassie didn’t seem to be responsive, but she was alive and as far as Barty could tell, stable. That was good news, even better Connie was already beginning to work on her wound. He didn’t know how long it was going to take for her magic to fix whatever they had done or had done to them. He looked back towards Nicky, making sure once more that he was safe and unharmed before a strike of panic flashed across his eyes at Cal’s mention of a hunt. It appeared all three were in some form of agreeance. The book was to blame for what transpired and Cal seemed all to ready to try and dispatch of it on his own. Barty tried to ignore the back and forths of the Coven, focusing his attention on the glass shard that was protruding out of Willow’s shoulder, having moved away from Cassie to give Connie the space needed to heal. It was a basic structure, magic given form in the shape of glass that held the remnants within. Dispelling it would be easy, simply shattering the damned thing would do the trick once he removed it from Willow’s body. Barty gently placed his hand near the shard, pressing against Willow’s shoulder as his free hand tugged on the shard and pulled it out, tossing it aside so he could get to work on mending her wound. Reaching back into his pouch and plucking at herbs blindly as he helped the moth apply pressure to the wound before chewing up the ingredients and spitting the paste atop of it. [color=8a9a5b]”Cal don’t be so reckless. The book was able to do all this in such a short amount of time and you’re telling me it’s now drunk of the chaos witches magic? You truly think yourself so formidable that you stand to face it alone? You’ll be running towards your own death and I won’t have it.”[/color] 

There was a strange taste in Barty’s mouth. A bitterness that lined his tongue before his eyes went wide at the mixture he’d placed on Willow’s wound. He added too much of what was needed to help staunch the flow of blood. He didn’t make a healing salve, in all the chaos of what was happening and the constant conversation, he miscalculated and had made a poison that he had just fed to an open wound circulating into Willow’s system. [color=8a9a5b]”Bha an leanabh gòrach sin a’ spreadhadh le solas fhad ’s a bha thu ag èigheachd airson cobhair. Nam biodh e air ar leantainn bhiodh sinn uile dall fhad ’s a bha sinn a’ feuchainn ri cobhair a thoirt dhaibhsan a tha air an leòn. Dh’fhàg mi e gus e fhèin a chàradh, oir feumaidh mi a-nis an praiseach a rinn mi den phasgan seo a chàradh mus marbh mi a’ bhana-bhuidseach mallaichte. An uairsin nas fhaide air adhart... faigh a-mach carson a tha fios aig Connie air na faclan sin a bhios i a’ bruidhinn airson cumhachd.”[/color] Barty removed the paste from the wound, pulling out a flask of Scotch and taking a swig to rinse out all the toxins that may yet linger in his saliva before spitting it all out onto the office floor. He began again, chewing, and prepping the mixture before cleaning the area once more, by pouring a small amount of his high proof alcohol onto the open wound and then spitting the paste back on. It bought Willow time, but he needed to work on something fast before the toxins killed the damn moth and the dragon would soon follow with his head. [color=8a9a5b]”How’s it goin Winthrop? Ready to help another or do you need more time?”[/color]


[hider=translation]That idiotic child was bursting with light as you called for aid. Had he followed us we would all be blind while attemtping to aid those who are injured. I left him to fix himself, as I now have to fix the mess I've made of this paste before I kill the damned witch. Then later...figure out why Connie knows those words she speaks for power.[/hider]