Eowe was almost twice, no three times her weight easily and it took some doing to force herself out from underneath him. It was a good distraction because it kept her from feeling what she was feeling and gave her an immediate goal in not suffocating.
Numbness infused her. Kavala didn't feel anything even though her whole body was a mass of brusing. She didn't have time to heal everything, just the vital wound - the rib that was forced through her lung. The healer, absently, realized she was slowly going Into shock. She was cold, scared past terror into nothingness, and needed to get away. Kavala concentrated on the task at hand. She wasn't simply strong enough to heave the unconscious Akalak off her. And she felt robbed too for her words fell on empty unresponsive ears. She wiggled, bared her teeth in rage, and then shrugged and squirmed moving inch by inch out from underneath the bulk of the unconscious man.
It took a lifetime. Maybe a heartbeat or two passed or even an entire bell passed. Kavala couldn't tell. Once she was free, she knelt down beside him, studying the completely unresponsive body.
She didn't feel anything, not even the bruises covering her. She was sore, both between her legs and the rib and lung that she'd hastily knitted. Kavala had no way of knowing her face was a mess, her hair slicked with her own blood, and her white skin darkened everywhere with the signs of the beating he'd given her.
Kavala shifted, pulling open a drawer near the bed, and pulled a dagger from it. She held it in her hand, loosely, staring numbly at the body. It was as if she wanted to slit his throat while he was unaware, but could not because of Cugacon.
How could someone like her love one half and hate the other? It wasn't right. She should love both. She needed both of them healthy, sane, working together. But Eowe was off. Nothing was right about him. How could he beat...
Kavala's voice trailed off. She dropped the knife knowing that she'd slit his throat if she didn't flee. Pulling on her robe, she stumbled awkwardly towards the stairs, intending to head down and check on the stallions. She needed help, other healers, and she knew odds are someone was probably sitting up with them.
She left Eowe lay, completely undisturbed.
Numbness infused her. Kavala didn't feel anything even though her whole body was a mass of brusing. She didn't have time to heal everything, just the vital wound - the rib that was forced through her lung. The healer, absently, realized she was slowly going Into shock. She was cold, scared past terror into nothingness, and needed to get away. Kavala concentrated on the task at hand. She wasn't simply strong enough to heave the unconscious Akalak off her. And she felt robbed too for her words fell on empty unresponsive ears. She wiggled, bared her teeth in rage, and then shrugged and squirmed moving inch by inch out from underneath the bulk of the unconscious man.
It took a lifetime. Maybe a heartbeat or two passed or even an entire bell passed. Kavala couldn't tell. Once she was free, she knelt down beside him, studying the completely unresponsive body.
She didn't feel anything, not even the bruises covering her. She was sore, both between her legs and the rib and lung that she'd hastily knitted. Kavala had no way of knowing her face was a mess, her hair slicked with her own blood, and her white skin darkened everywhere with the signs of the beating he'd given her.
Kavala shifted, pulling open a drawer near the bed, and pulled a dagger from it. She held it in her hand, loosely, staring numbly at the body. It was as if she wanted to slit his throat while he was unaware, but could not because of Cugacon.
How could someone like her love one half and hate the other? It wasn't right. She should love both. She needed both of them healthy, sane, working together. But Eowe was off. Nothing was right about him. How could he beat...
Kavala's voice trailed off. She dropped the knife knowing that she'd slit his throat if she didn't flee. Pulling on her robe, she stumbled awkwardly towards the stairs, intending to head down and check on the stallions. She needed help, other healers, and she knew odds are someone was probably sitting up with them.
She left Eowe lay, completely undisturbed.
