Closed No…No… No… Okay that hurts [Sayren]

[Assilsa Curare]

1st of Fall 513 A.V
The pathways of Nyka bustled with life and commotion a sea of bright colours clashing against the buildings that they weaved in between. Just by observing the streets Assilsa could already tell that the brown cloaked figures held some sort of importance, deciding not to focus on it, Assilsa began her stumbled search for help.
The crowd parted around the Symenestra, she could only guess it was because she looked ghastly. Assilsa’s hair was filled with sticks and mud, her skin covered in black and blue bruises and her clothes ripped revealing deep cuts that were in desperate need of stitches. The blood slowly tricked through Assilsa’s temporary bandage she had made out of socks and onto the already ripped vest.
Blinking Assilsa remembered why she had only travelled during the night in the wilds; her eyes had begun to burn the moment she stumbled into what looked like farmlands. Assilsa continued to stumble through the city, feeling as if she was getting worst as she walked until she finally fell to the ground from pain and exhaustion.
“Someone? Help?”

[Sayren WindDancer]

The first of Fall. Sayren had taken the chance to get out of the school to try to run some errands. She was hobbling a bit. Her right foot a painful reminder of that wretched evening. She sighed as she placed the two pieces of wood around her leg and tied them up. Then reached over for her post that she used as a crutch. She eventually arrived by Garel's side, welcoming him with a gentle hug as the stallion nudged her carefully, eyeing at her still painful injury.

She tried to offer him a smile, "It's getting better...slowly...Miss Vasta says as long as I'm careful with it, it should heal within another thirty or so days." The stallion narrowed his eyes at the woman, knowing she was prideful, he'd rather her ride him into the city, even if he had to just a minor stroll just so her foot wouldn't hurt.

"Always trying to be my protector eh?" She smirked at the strider playfully, however, Garel was intent on her not walking into the city. Not yet at least. So the young drykas finally sighed and said, "Alright, fine, you win." The stallion then got onto his knees, lowering himself just enough so Sayren could ease herself ontop of him. Then he cautiously got onto his hooves, and started to trot towards the city.

Upon their entrance from the northern gate, Sayren noticed that the people were distancing themselves from a lone woman in the street. She seemed pale, beaten, and practically on the verge of death. She even gave a weakened plea for help. Even though there wasn't much Sayren could honestly do, she knew the woman desperately needed help, and knowing the courtesy of most nykans to foreigners, this woman was more than likely not going to receive it.

Garel slowly approached the woman, having examined her, she didn't seem to be a threat. So he knelt down beside her and Sayren offered the woman a hand, "Hey, come with me, you look pretty banged up. I'm on my way to the Great Infirmary anyways...I'm pretty certain they will help you too."

[Assilsa Curare]

Assilsa felt a shadow cross her face, opening her garnet eyes she observed the scene before her. A woman with the skin the colour of what Assilsa would call a nut, her kind blue eyes reminded the spider of the sky.
“Great…Infirmary?”
Opening her eyes fully Assilsa noticed the woman was on a steed that was currently blowing warm air in her bruised Face, another thing she noticed was the woman had offered her hand.
“I can’t… If I fall… break a fragile frame”
Assilsa began stutter the words as waves of pain filled her body, blinking away tears went to grab the woman’s hand with her broken wrist and fingers. Cringing she lowered her hand and reached up with the still useable hand, The offered hand was firm and warm, almost reassuring. Assilsa had never been on a horse before or ever been offered to be one.
“Assil…sa Curare”
Assilsa thought for a brief moment about should she trust this woman, however she dismissed it when she realised she had no choice, broken fingers and wrist, gaping wounds in her stomach and blood loss. Even if this woman was to kill her it wouldn’t change from her situation currently of dying in this street in Nyka.

[Sayren WindDancer]

When the injured woman tried to say she couldn't ride Garel, for fear she would fall and break her rather fragile frame, Sayren offered little other choice. If the Drykas hadn't, the woman would surely die on the streets and the locals wouldn't have thought twice about assisting her, all because she was a foreigner. When Sayren was finally able to hoist the pale woman onto Garel's back behind her, the woman gave Sayren her name. Assilsa Curare. A rather curious name. But lovely from its sound.

Sayren tapped on Garel's cheek and he gently got to his hooves once again. Slowly trotting towards the Infirmary once again. Keeping in mind both women's current conditions. Without glancing backwards, Sayren asked Assilsa, "Alright Assilsa, keep talking to me. If you don't, I will have to make this an unsteady ride because I'll think you are on verge of death. Now, what brings you to Nyka? It's rather obvious you are not one of the locals."

It wouldn't have been much longer till they arrived at the Great Infirmary. The stallion would try to go through the very doors until they were stopped by the monks. Sayren would narrow her eyes, "Help us then. I'm crippled in my left foot and this woman is in danger of losing her life." The monks quickly reached for the one and brought her down a hallway as she hobbled behind the woman with her walking stick. They brought them to a room and said for them to await for Miss Vasta to arrive. It was only ticks before the woman came in with her gloves, giving Sayren a questioning glance, "Sayren? What is so urgent? Don't we have an-" Then she saw the dying woman on the bed beside Sayren and narrowed her eyes, "Blast those idiots! Franze! Erikur!" And two gentlemen quickly rushed to her side. She explained to them the devices she needed and immediately, and they did not return within five ticks, she was breaking their knees. Then off they went.

Thera Vasta then approached Assilsa, checking for her pulse and her eyes quickly examining her wounds, "I'm gonna need you to tell me what you are, you are clearly not human." She swiftly pulled out bandages and chemicals and began placing them on her wounds. Some of it would sting, but it was cleaning her wounds, sanitizing them before she could fully bandage them.

[Assilsa Curare]

Assilsa’s first time on a horse had be a painful one, with every step the steed would take Assilsa was wracked with waves of continuous pain. The woman on the horse in front of her had forced her to talk the entire ride, Assilsa couldn’t think straight so the only replies she managed were in her native tongue. It was always easy to slip back into Symenos instead of her common, in moments of great grief or pain she would lose all control of it.
Once at the infirmary Assilsa had lost most of her sense of reality and direction, was she really dying? The wound didn’t seem much when she first obtained it, it had been to save another traveller… jumping in front of the beast instead of it attacking the unsuspecting. As she laid here on the bed with her life blood flowing out of the wound into her corset. Slipping in-between the world of dreams and reality Assilsa was given no warning when her corset was loosened above the wound.
"I'm gonna need you to tell me what you are, you are clearly not human."
The voice seemed so far away, yet Assilsa knew this couldn’t be true when she tried to reply only pants of pain came out. Her silence was soon broken as the owner to the voice poured something onto her wounds, it puddled in the very bottom causing Assilsa to bare her fangs and hiss. Assilsa began to struggle, she had to get away from the pain, hissing louder she attempted to get up. She managed to choke out a few words, however she didn’t know if it was common or not.
“It…. hurts..”

[Sayren WindDancer]

Sayren watched as the woman struggled against Vasta, she msut've been completely mad or even scared to be acting like this. Then again, to be dying on the streets on Nyka...she must've been traumatized.

Vasta narrowed her eyes as the woman tried to lean up without her permission, also telling her she was in pain, "I'm aware." And pushed the woman back onto her back. It was about a bell once Vasta had patched Assilsa up. Giving off a list of her injuries and what all she had to look out for. Then turned over to Sayren, "Since you are here anyways, how's the leg?"

Sayren wasn't too concerned about her leg that much at the moment, she was more wrapped up about that woman, "Will she be okay?"

Vasta nodded, "She isn't dead, so she'll be fine. She's lucky you brought her here. Now about that leg?"

Sayren nodded, "Yes, it's been doing alright, it hurts obviously, but not as painfully as before."

Vasta made a few scribbles as she examined Sayren's foot, "Seems it still has about a quarter of a season before it fully heals. Till then, be sure to keep the brace on and to keep off that foot still. And as for this woman, she is good to go. Just keep an eye on her in case any of the wounds reopen. She will occasionally need to change out of those bandages though. When she does, make sure that her wounds are clean before proceeding. If you do that, her wounds should heal rather rapidly."

Sayren grabbed onto her walking stick and hobbled over to Assilsa, "So...Assilsa?...still need a hand getting up?"

[Assilsa Curare]

As the woman treated Assilsa she couldn’t help but retreat into her own mind. Pain filled memories mixed with the present, she was her 11 year old self once again stumbling through the forests looking for plants to help her ear.
Assilsa blinked away the thoughts and looked into the eyes of her saviour. Her stomach still caused her pain, wiggling her useable fingers Assilsa laughed.
“I have a baby sitter…again as it seems… It still hurts…. To breath… and other things”
As she was offered a hand up she pulled a face, that mostly included her scrunching her nose and eyes, again she was fragile, a fragile little spider.
“I think I am okay”
Slowly sitting up Assilsa touched her bandages, sterile and they didn’t smell like feet, this was a bonus, however she also no longer had any shoes.
“Tsk, I don’t have any shoes… I used the fabric from my old pair… to attempt to stop the blood…Anyway.... your name is?”

[Sayren WindDancer]

Sayren smiled as she offered a hand to the woman, "Better a baby sitter when wounded, and okay, then to be alone, wounded, and on the brink of death." But the woman claimed she was fine for the most part, aside from her no longer having shoes because she used the fabric to stop some her bleeding. Then she asked for Sayren's name.

Sayren nodded, "My name is Sayren WindDancer. And yours was Assilsa Curare? Was it not? You told me on the way here. I was trying my best to keep you talking. I didn't want you passing over just yet. I know the teachings says I should've prepared you to welcome the next life, but I believe that if a person still breathes, then there's still a chance for them to live their life now. Before passing on to the next."

She paused for a moment to think about Assilsa's current situation, "Also, I could probably help you get some new shoes. The fourth day market practically sells everything a person would need. Except metal, or food. Food is rationed out to the citizens by the monks. To sell food within Nyka is illegal."

[Assilsa Curare]

Her thoughts swirled like the ocean during the storm, some of them didn’t even make sense. Assilsa accepted her new found friend’s hand with a pained and shaky hand, as she slowly raised Assilsa’s vision became fog and dizziness overcame her thoughts.
“Sayren Winddancer… You have a very pretty name”
Everthing about Assilsa was shaky as she slowly raised to her full height leaning heavily against Sayren and the head board.
“You smell nice… even with you being a Drykas… was the offensive? I meant with the horses and all”
Assilsa looked dazily around the room and then down on herself. Her white shirt was ruined as well as the vest both red with blood.
“Just my luck, right before my birthday,”

[Sayren WindDancer]

Sayren smiled when Silsa complimented her name. Telling her how pretty it was and she smelled nice, even though she was a drykas, she hadn't meant for it to be offensive, she just figured with the horses and what not, that she wouldn't smell that great.

Sayren shrugged. She normally bathed herself and Garel daily. Making sure there wasn't much stench. She wanted herself and the strider to be healthy. And a good bathing usually helped freshen the spirit.

It also seemed that the woman had noticed her clothes were ruined and mentioning how it was right before her birthday.

"If you would like," Sayren offered, "I could take you to the Fourth Day Market and help you get some clothes. It would be a shame to have the day of your birth be celebrated with no clothes." Or would it she wondered? Then she quickly shook her head. Revy had been corrupting her mind with salacious thoughts. They would always seem pleasant, but they also always seemed to lead to trouble as well.