Saying Your Goodbyes (Closed)

[Fenilen]

Tags: Sairque, Aidara

9th of Fall, 510 AV

Fenilen had gone into overdrive ever since his talk with the Valintar. Every hour of his time was spent in the studio, running from one point to another, working on fifty things at once. Not enough time! Not enough time! He had to finish it all before he was leaving! The more he made, the more he could trade! The more he could trade, the more he could send home! The more he sent home, the more he could impress the Valintar! The Inarta's sleep-deprived mind ran from one point to another, never staying in one place for more than a few brief moments. What if they needed glasses? He should make more glasses! What if they didn't use glasses, and liked marbles? But what if they hated marbles? Not enough time! He needed more time!

The frenzied Inarta carried one of his cooled pieces over to the crates he was using to store his works. Careful hands lowered it into the carefully arranged box, filled with soft packaging in a feeble attempt to prevent the items from breaking in transit. All right, just one more, and he would have enough glasses. Now for some vases and jars! Everyone needed those, after all, right? Right...? Fenilen scurried across the room once more, picking up the last glass from the table.

His hurried pace and sleep-deprived mind consorted against him. Halfway to the boxes, he stumbled, and, to put it simply, landed flat on his face. The glass shattered against the ground, much to his horror, sending razor-sharp shards all across the ground below him. The scene seemed to happen in slow motion to him. Gravity continued to pull, as much as he willed his body to stop. No! He would not land in the shards!

But he did, to no one's surprise. His hands braced his fall, and as such, were the main victims of the assault. Pain originated in his palms and the sides of his hands, racing up his twig-like arms. It only took a moment for the blood to start flowing. The red liquid seeped from the multiple cuts and scrapes on his hands, covering the ground beneath them. They were quickly drawn up in horror. No! He wouldn't be able to work like this! He wouldn't be able to make enough glass! He wouldn't be able to trade for anything, wouldn't be able to send anything home, wouldn't be able to impress the Valintar... Doomed!

Desperately, frantically, Fenilen began futilely attempting to pull the glass from his hands. He had to get it out! He had to work! If he didn't, he wouldn't finish enough in time! The man was overreacting and panicking, but it wasn't exactly without reason. Trauma and panic never really mixed well.

[Sairque]

The firm green apple skin buffed to a shine off the soft material of white bryda, Sai sunk her teeth into the crisp flesh and pulled off a manageable chunk. Mmnn, fruit. Mnn, fresh fruit right off the trees. A little sour still, but soooo tasty. Wiping her mouth with the back of the hand holding the apple, Sai stopped in the middle of the tunnel and glanced around for bearings. The yumminess was distracting, and she needed to pop in to see Fen. He had dispatched a Dek to the aeries with a baffling message about the Valintar, Avanthal, leaving and the fifth of winter. Honestly, Sai hadn't finished it with any kind of focus. After the bit about leaving Mt. Skyinarta, which was a concept linked irrevocably with anathema for the Endal, she had developed acute dyslexia and decided to just search the Avoran glassblower out. Ah, yes, here we go. Spotting the right passage, Sai strode off, finishing her apple as she went. By the time she stepped into the works chamber the apple was nothing but a core, which was handed off to a Dek absently. Strewn throughout the room, masters were showing apprentices the ropes, Drudges were helping as best they could manage, and Fenilen was no where to be found. No worry, there were still the little nooks off around the edges of the room. Several were passed by, a few without even being examined as they were her personally chosen crafters. Finally, and not surprising, there was a crash and Sai knew that Fen was in the middle of it. Picking up the pace she wound through several work stations until dodging down an open corridor. "Hey Fen, what's the ne-" The flight leader had come around to the front of the glass blower, shards crunching under foot, and voice faded out as her eyes fell on the bloody hands desperately picking at each other. Blood-slicked fingers couldn't get a grip on the smooth shards and did more damage than anything. The boxes packed up didn't seem terribly strange to the Endal, but then again, judgement was suspended until the full story was pulled out of the endearing boy. "Fenilen, stop it!" she ordered, her voice cracking through the cavern and into the main area where several people froze, heads snapping in the direction of the two friends. It wasn't hard to see the hysteria edging every movement and muscle in the glass blower's body, that just wouldn't do. "Fenilen, follow me to Aidara, she can fix this with little problem," Sai stepped to the side and motioned for him to turn and accompany her down the corridor. This time she didn't bother avoiding people, those icy eyes cowed people into melting away from the short woman's path, and therefore, Fen's. When they finally left the glassworks, Sai looked back, frowning and snapping at her friend. "Stop touching them. Don't make it harder for her to fix." Grumbling, she rolled her eyes and continued on. His hands looked horrid, but to say that would probably make him faint or have a fit. Which would leave her trying to drag his lanky body out of the way before he was trampled. Hmn...speaking of. Sai focused on that little bit of 'Aidara' that floated around in the recesses of her mind and beckoned to the girl, bringing up the bloody images of Fen's bloody hands and trying to shove them through the connection as hard as she could. "She was heading back to the house after eating last time I talked to her. What happened?"

[Aidara]

Indeed she was. The twins were so alike sometimes, it was scary. Addy meandered distractedly through the hallways leading back to the aeries munching happily on a pastry. Every once and a while, bits of sugar or fruit filling was licked off her fingers with happy little sounds. Of course, those she passed looked at her with amusement, interest or disgust. Though she pretended not to see any of them, Addy noticed all three types. Giggling softly to herself, she turned a sharp right and was to their front door in a matter of moments. Shoving the last bit of food into her mouth, she brushed the crumbs off her hands and reached for the handle. And stopped. Sai's link surged, and Addy shuddered. She couldn't see the picture that her twin was trying to shove at her, but she felt the Endal's apprehension and need. Need for what? Ah, maybe she was hungry. Regretting now that she had shoveled all of the delicious breakfast pastry into her mouth, the healer attempted to shove a confused "vibe" back to her sister. Taking the handle and yanking, Addy slipped inside and went straight to her room. A few pillows and blankets were gathered up into her arms and the woman trooped back out to the common room. Yes! Sai wasn't back yet and for once the couch was hers. Squealing to her self in delight, Addy rushed over to said piece of furniture and dropped her armload. To the shelves against the wall, she gave close inspection until she located and retrieved the medicinal book she had been perusing in her free time. Val had given her the day off and she intended to study. Positioning the pillows carefully, settling down on the couch and then draping the cover over her legs, Addy settled down for a peaceful afternoon read.

[Fenilen]

Fenilen went rigid and froze the moment Sairque's inquisitive tone rang out behind him. HIs eyes danced up to her, focused for a second, but that was all she got attention wise. His failing attempts to grasp the shard in his hands continued, at least until she yelled at him. The moment he heard the yelling, he froze entirely, every muscle in his body tensing at the exact same moment. Then, she commanded him to follow her, and considering his state, he wasn't really in a state to argue with her. The moment they started moving. he covertly began picking at the shards embedded in his hands again. They weren't actually as bloody as his panicked state made him think they were, but they were definitely bloody. It, hopefully, wasn't anything Aidara couldn't fix.

When the pair stepped out into the open area, filled with other Inarta, Fenilen went deathly silent, only moving because Sairque was dragging him along. He couldn't let them see his panicked side. One would report it to the Valintar, and then his entire trip would lose its legitimacy. He couldn't allow it! Couldn't allow it! So, as a response to this pressure, everything shut down. Green eyes stared ahead blankly, and everything around him turned into a haze. If it weren't for Sairque, he probably would have stood there forever, or at least until someone had the presence of mind to move him.

However, the moment they were out of public sight, the panicked picking began again. That was, of course, until Sairque told him to stop once more. Perhaps he was less worried by this point, or perhaps these words simply processed better, but this time, he actually stopped. His arms dropped back down to his sides without protest, and he followed silently after the close friend before him.

"Maybe she's at the house," was the only response she evoked from Fen. assuming they went towards the house after that, Fen trailed right behind her, silent, save for a few whimpers from the pain every now and again. Eventually, they showed up at the doorstep, and Fen broke free from Sairque's grasp, bursting in through the door hurriedly as he scanned the room quickly. Right there, on the couch! She was there!

He rushed over, and in any other situation, would have stopped and admired her peaceful state. She was sprawled out on the couch, blanket over her legs, eyes attentively reading the pages of the book. Not to mention, she was absolutely stunning, as always, but now was no time to hopelessly admire that. When he stopped before her, his voice came out in a broken and hurried tone. He had to get the story out to her quickly, so she could better help him, but he didn't stop to think that she also needed it quickly.

"I fell and then I got glass in my hand an-an-an-and then it started bleeding, and then Sai found me and brought me here but I couldn't stop picking at it because I need to get back to work because if I don't the Valintar will pull me from the trip and I can't let him do that an-" Fen finally shut up, deciding he had told her enough of the story for now. He did his best to keep his bloody hands from staining any of her furniture, while his eyes looked pleadingly at her for aid.

So much for a peaceful morning.

[Sairque]

When it looked as though Fen was going to try and shove through the door, grinding shards further into his hands by grabbing the latch and twisting it, Sai leapt forward, plastering herself against the wall and barely managing to get the barrier open for the hysterical man. The twin's chamber was orderly and comforting as usual, the base white softened with splashes of color; rather fitting for the two women. And look, Fen was even adding his own colorful droplets to the decor. Two thick furs, previously unblemished white, had two big globs of blood staining the fibers; Sai eyed them in distaste before going to the bathroom to get a spare handlinen that might work to clean them. On second thought, she grabbed another two. The original was moistened slightly before the bathroom was exited; Addy was tossed the others while Sai knelt down in front of one of the furs.

She didn't know if the woman needed hand towels, but she assumed that they would be helpful to stop the bleeding, or dripping, while she gathered her tools and bandages. There wasn't much for Sai to do until Addy had made her examination.

Yellow eyes shifted between the cloth and the offending droplets. Shaking her head, lips curled, Sai bent to apply the moist linen to the gob. For long moments she hesitated, bent over, on the floor, cloth tight around her pointer finger and hovering. What was she doing? Disgusted with herself, Sai threw the towel onto Fen's shoulder and firmly took both rugs in hand. "We have Dek for this," she mumbled to herself, not wanting to admit that she didn't want to rub the blood around and stain her furs pink. Leaving the two Avora alone to their ministration, Sai popped her head out of the door.

"Hey, Drudge! You! Quickly, now," the man, garbed in the tunic of his caste, hurried over, and Sai realized he was lurking about having either come from someone's bed or going to one. Sex was so less important than her furs, though this was a strapping fellow. "Listen, this will only take a minute," lies, the wash rooms were several hundred feet below them in the mountain. "Take these down and make sure the washers know to get the blood out and return them to Sairque Catabasis," she instructed, thrusting them out to her where he had no choice but to take them and do as ordered. "And bring back with you another Dek, I have need of one," he nodded dumbly and she returned it crisply. "Good, go."

Sai shut the door and turned back to survey what progress had been made with poor Fenilen. He had stammered, among many things, about the 'trip', most likely the same one he had sent her the note about, but this was no time to grill the boy. In fact, she was almost positive that she would be put to work pulling out shards in one hand while Addy worked on the other; having sharp eyes and a steady hand, as well as little care for getting bloody. "Oh! I'll get the water!" That was something she could do, scampering off to the bathroom to fill a large green glass bowl, simple but quality work, with clean cool water.

[Aidara]

So much for a relaxing afternoon. Sai and Fen burst into the room like a tornado. Taken by surprise, Addy sat and watched dumbly as Fen ran at her, holding out his hand like he wanted his mother to kiss it better. Sai paused, glared and disappeared. The next thing she knew, there were hand towels flying at her face and Sai was....cleaning? Oh, no she was out the door and ordering a Dek. That was more like it. Shaking her head, turning down the corner of a page and setting the book back on it's shelf, Addy put both hands down over her ears and closed her eyes, trying to drown out the sound of Fen crying at her and Sai shouting; She still had no idea what was going on and they clearly both needed her for something. Taking a deep breath, the healer opened her eyes and focused on Fen first- and good thing she did. It was only a few moments later that the metallic tang of blood hit her nose. The blanket that had covered the womans legs crumpled at her feet and she bolted from the couch, immediately going to hover over the hand Fen held out to her. "Fen...Fen, Fen. What did you do, darling? Start again, and try not to cry while you talk- it makes it almost impossible to understand you." She pinned him down with her green eyes. However, she made them big and wide, softening her face and laying a gentle hand on his cheek. Knowing exactly what this fragile man needed, Addy tried to coax him down from his heightened state of panic. Nodding as he began, stuttering slightly still, she couldn't help but sigh as he finished the tale. "Oh, Fen...What are we going to do with you? You shouldn't have picked at it." Not nearly as frantic as either Sai or Fen, Addy gently pushed the shaking, bloodied boy into her recently vacated seat. Taking one of the clean white hand towels she placed it on Fens knee, gently resting his damaged hand on top. Her gaze followed a trickle of blood as it fell from his wrist to stain the white fibers of the cloth, much like the carpet. It was a stark contrast; hadn't there been any of her green clothes available? Minor detail. Another squeeze to his shoulder and Addy turned away to retrieve her things from her room. "Fen, dear, don't look at the towel. You might pass out, and I'll need your cooperation." Kicking open the door with her stockinged foot, Addy moved quickly over to her working table, grabbing an armful of bandages, tweezers and herbs for a poultice. Trudging back into the common room with her loot, she dropped it down next to Fen. Grabbing up the only hand towel left, Addy went to run it under some warm water, quickly carrying it back to the sofa sopping wet. Gently, ever so gently, she squeezed out a bit of the water over his hand. She didn't touch or dab at the skin, for the pieces of protruding glass made that risky. She simply wanted to wash away any dirt that might have lodged there before she began. "Close your eyes fen, and put this between your teeth" She lifted up the still semi-wet towel to him. The last thing she needed was him screaming in her ear as she pulled the glass from his skin. Watching him carefully to make sure he did as she asked, Addy sunk down to her knees in front of the man. Grabbing the tweezers with her left hand, she took his injured hand in her right. "Alright, I'm starting" She said this between clenched teeth, and bent over his hand to begin her work. The tips of the tweezers were small, meant for picking at delicate things like splinters or wood, glass or metal. She started with the deepest pieces, the smallest ones that were wedged into the heel of his hand, where he'd caught himself. Very, very carefully Addy moved to grasp one of these pieces, making sure the metal picks had a firm hold on the sliver before she yanked. Expecting a whimper or a twitch, she quickly cleared the removed glass from his range and quickly dropped it next to her in the bowl she brought along. Bending back over, grasping his hand more tightly this time to hold against him yanking away, she went after a larger splinter. Her tweezers slipped this time, and the glass merely shifted in his skin "Fen! I'm sorry!" Directing a cool stream of air down at the spot that probably stung badly, Addy tried to blow to releve the pain. Starting again, she quickly grasped the offending splinter and yanked it out successfully this time, sending it with a light tinkle into the bowl with the others. Soon, the heavy silence of the common room was disrupted only by the steady clink of glass against glass as Addy worked away at Fens hand. "Alright, hun, the worst part is over." Throwing the tweezers into the bowl a third of the way full with glass splinters, Addy stood and stretched, wincing as her knees protested. The hard part for the injured patient was over, the hard part for the healer was just starting. A quick pace around the room, Addy stopped at Sai and sighed a bit. "Would you mind grabbing me some tea? And maybe a plate of food? I am going to need it." Turning back to Fen, she then put a hand to her chin, thoughtfully watching him and how he reacted to the first stage of this repair to his hand. "I'm going to need you to be completely still for this next part. It's terribly difficult for me. I'll give you a moment to calm down and then we're going to start." Plopping down onto the couch, Addy closed her eyes and threw her head back against the pillow, trying to relax and prepare herself. oocI didn't want to do it all in one thread, I figured I would break it up a bit and let you guys get in some interaction before I flood your faces with healing stuff. Plus, I need to research poultices

[Fenilen]

When Addy demanded that the boy relay his story one more time-- this time with more clarity-- he did just that, stifling the tears to the best of his ability. The pale skin of his biceps rubbed the salty tears away from his eyes as inhaled sharply through his nose, creating a loud sniffling noise. His clean hand brushed his hair out of his face, and finally, his voice rang out again, this time a small, tiny bit less panicked. "I fell when I was walking in the studio, and the glass broke, and it got in my hand, and I couldn't get it out," he started stuttering softly as her soft hand found its way to his cheek, and his pale skin burned a bright crimson. Despite the fact he had known the twins for over a year now, facial contact was something he had simply never gotten used to. Granted, it was relaxing after he got after the initial shock, but that was besides the point!

A frown played across his face as she scolded him for his actions in regards to his bleeding hand. He hung his head in shame, looking at his feet awkwardly, not returning to reality until she pushed him down into the seat. Green eyes finally honed back in on the short red-head, watching as she delicately moved his hand on top of a cloth placed atop his knee. Fenilen watched her every movement as she vanished into her room, leaving a few words for him to mull over before she graced him with her beauty again. How bad could the bleeding be? Honestly? The towel couldn't be that bad! Bravely, he glanced down at the towel, and instantly regretted he had. His eyes shot back up and his world span sickeningly. The spinning world only returned to a stationary picture when Sai came into the picture. A comforting sight. He was safe. The boy leaned his head back and waited for Addy to return and save him from the burning pain in his hand.

There she came! His head shot up eagerly as she approached, handing him a wet cloth. It made its way into his mouth, but it didn't stay there. He wouldn't scream, he knew he wouldn't. He had at least that much self control. The damp cloth slopped down next to him as he stared down at his hand and Addy's stunning red hair. He lost himself in it. That was, until the pain of the tweezers drew him back to reality. He shut his eyes tightly and ignored the searing pain that blazed through his palm as she dug around for the splinter. One out, he assumed, as the pain relieved for a brief moment. As she went in for another, he felt the pressure of her tweezers release, and shifted in pain, letting out a small whimper, resisting the urge to curl his hand into a fist. He rolled his shoulder without moving his arm, and eventually, settled back into silence.

Every time her tweezers clamped down on a piece of glass, he felt the pain, and unfortunately for him, she had quite a few more to remove from his hand. After many long minutes of painful silence, she declared that she was finished. A sharp breath of relief flew from his lips, and he threw his head back, letting out all of the pain he had been forced to sit through in a few staggered breaths. When Addy settled down onto the couch to attempt to relax, the boy leaned against her, being careful not to let his injured hand leave the towel upon which it was stationed. His head found its way to her shoulder, and his uninjured arm wrapped its way around her waist and squeezed. Speaking in a hurry, he began flinging apologies at both of the sisters.

"Addy, I'm so so so so so sorry I had to come and bother you today!" he pleaded apologetically. Then, to Sai, "I'm so so so so so sorry I made you take me here!" then, to both of the twins, "I"m so sorry I had to send a Dek to break the news! I've been so busy! I couldn't come myself! I'm so sorry!" Both his voice and his face were pleaded for forgiveness as he clung to Addy.

[Sairque]

Sai popped back into the room, with a bowl matching the one that Addy had retrieved, this one with clean water and not for glass shards to be deposited in. No, the woman had no idea what she was doing, but was trying awfully hard to be a help. The bowl was set down near Addy, and then Sai pulled a chair up near Fen, she could hold his hand, maybe that would help. He was jumpy and sensitive and perhaps her cool, dry palm in his, the steady and firm pressure of her fingers, would relay some of her own calm energy to him. And that was her contribution to this ordeal. Before she knew it, Fen was slipping away to cuddle up to Aidara on the couch, and both of them were yakking. Taking a deep breath, eyes lost in a world painted on the ceiling, she tuned them out until the noise had stopped. Only when silence reigned did she filter the individual requests, desires, and confessions through her mind. Fen apologized for something that Sai still hadn't fully grasped, it would have helped had she read the note with more focus, and she wasn't even sure that Addy had seen it at all. She had left it on the end table for her, and its continued presence there was confirmed in one sliding look, but she had no idea if it had been read. What a great time to go get food. These two could argue, cry, or whatever it was going to be depending on how the healer acted. All Sai knew was that Aidara better snap out of her healer overly focused state and give Fen her full attention until she returned with food. "Don't worry, Fen. We'll talk about it when I get back with a light meal. I'll pick you up something, too," she reassured him with a lopsided smile, lifting to her feet and heading for the door. It was opened straight into a ruggedly handsome Dek's face. After instructing him to make himself scarce in the common area until someone had need of him, she shut the door behind her and headed off to the kitchens. That's when disaster struck. "He-ey, yew thur, wi'tuh hair," a voice called out behind her in the corridor, the nari sloppy and slurred as only fine wine could do to a person. There was no doubt that this drunk was not speaking to her, however, she turned to see what the fuss was about, only slowing her forward progression, not stopping for the likes of him. He was an Endal, lived next door, but a horrible drunk. He was pointing toward a delicate looking woman, using a thick stream of urine as his pointer; she did not appear impressed or interested in any way. He wasn't wearing any bryda, but he had a scarf tied around his neck and one around his hips, they did not detract from the hideous sight of his pasty white legs with thick curling tendrils of dark hair protruding from them. Lips curling in disgust, she watched the woman falter and try to hurry past him, only to be pulled up short by the heavy odored liquid he was spewing forth in front of her now. Clearly, she wasn't an Endal and was having a horrible time trying to solve the current situation she was in. "Now, your business is your business, and it's not like me to interfere," Sai suddenly found herself saying, complete with hand gestures, despite her strict rule of avoiding drunken urinating. "But it seems to me that you're going about this all wrong," she focused her helpful statements on the man. "See, what you've got here," closing the distance between herself and the woman, the man having dropped his firehose once something else came up to occupy his limited attention. "Is a delicate flower that needs a very strict schedule of watering. This kinda flower," gentle fingers reaching up to brush the womans fiery hair behind an ear, framing her high cheekbones and lily-petal skin for the man now peeing on his foot. "Can't be watered willy-nilly. What she needs, is sunshine," she emphasized, which she was doing a lot of in order to keep the man interested in her guidance. "Now, what do you think that means? I'll tell you what it means," she added quickly, seeing his little brain collapsing on itself at the question. "It means that she needs food. Do you know what happens when a flower doesn't get nutritious sunshine?" Yet, again, moving on quickly. "Theygetwrinkly," she informed him with a bit of attitude, reaching up to jab her fingers into one cheek and her thumb into the other and squish them up into her eyes. "It's not very attractive. And if you can't stand her wrinkly walrus skin, you're not gonna keep waterin' her like she needs, are ya?" He shook his head. "No, you're not. Do you wanna water her?" He nodded. "All right, now you let me do you a favor and take her down to get some nutritious sunshine. I'd much appreciate you lettin' me do this for you." He nodded. "All right, I'll have her back up here in a bit to get some waterin'." The arm that had wrapped around the woman's shoulders in one of the emphasis gestures, tightened and Sai wheeled her around so they could step over the wet spots on the floor and head back toward the kitchens. They needed to leave the stupefied man's presence quickly before he changed his mind, or realized what a crock or bull he had voluntarily swallowed.

[Aidara]

Fen's pleading had fallen on deaf ears. Having curled herself up on the couch next to him, the healer was sitting with her face pressed into the cushions, taking slow deep breaths to calm herself, purging her mind of all emotions except her determination. It was like a form of meditation, the way she focused on each emotion in turn and crushed it beneath the heel of her mental boot before moving onto the next. It was a slow, but necessary process. After a quarter of a candlemark of silence, Addy finally glanced back up at her patient. Had she not just flushed every emotion from her being, she probably would have laughed at the look on his face. It was a mixture of pleading, worry, shock and fear. But mashed all together on one pale, freckled face it was just vacant wide-eyed look as if he'd just messed his pants and someone else saw. "Fen it's alright. This is my job, and you are my friend. It's not like you took the glass and shoved it into your palm for fun." With another of her soft smiles, Addy stood and took a stretching walk around the room, wondering idly where Sai went before returning to her previous spot in front of the injured man. No words passed between them. Taking up his hand in her own, the woman once more surveyed her cleaning of the area, taking a good lingering look at each and every one of the open cuts. The depth of the gashes, their length and the condition of the broken flesh was all taken into account, one at a time, as all were needed for her to be able to mend. "Lucky for you, this should be a very clean heal. However, I'm not as practiced as I wish. Skin wounds are within my jurisdiction. I can heal these with my gnosis, Fen. Otherwise, I would have had to apply a poultice and that would have taken weeks to heal, not to mention the loss of the use in this hand." The injured hand was hefted and twisted around as she talked, showing him different parts as she explained. "The cuts aren't too bad, they're moderately deep so that will just take me longer to completely fix. Also, the skin was broken cleanly, which will give me a bit of difficulty. Jagged pieces are easier to...stitch back together, I guess you could say. Now just stay still please. Screaming, jerking or anything of the sort is going to throw me off and this is exhausting to do once, let alone having to start over. You know what it's going to feel like, Fen. I healed your finger before, remember? You have nothing to worry about." Without another word, Addy sat back on her rump, crossing her legs in front of her and pulling Fen's hand down to her level. The man would have to bend over on the sofa to reach all the way down, but he would have to deal. With her right hand cupping at Fen's wrist, Addy used her left to gently trace the different abrasions. This is where she expected him to jerk and squeal, but green orbs had already slid closed, her attentions already flowing inward as she trusted her patient to follow his instructions. A cool, light blanket of calm settled over the womans shoulders. From the inside, this "blanket" was like a shining beacon, filling her vision completely and weighing down on her frame as it exuded the calm sensation, also simultaneously preventing her from moving once she embraced the feeling. Stretching herself further inward, Addy moved past where she kept her connection to her sister. It was on lock down, the usual heavy metaphorical lock hanging from the large white, also metaphorical, box that had "Sairque" scrawled across the front in her sisters elegant hand. Past the calm, past her internal filing cabinet, past her suppressed emotion was what Addy was looking for. There, deep inside of her, was the glowing golden coil of her power. Or, at least that's how the woman visualized it. With a motion that was starting to become comfortingly familiar to the healer, her mental hand plucked at a strand from the glowing mass and drew it outwards, stretching and twisting it like a fine piece of yarn towards where her real hands hovered over the wounds. Anyone watching her would just see the small woman sitting motionless with her eyes closed. However, Addy saw herself take the glowing string in her hand, positioning it over Fen's hand as she intended to use it like a needle. The vision narrowed, zoning in on the first cut she planned to heal. It filled her mind, large enough for her to see completely into the wound. Golden strand was taken and the process began. Slowly, ever so slowly at first, Addy began to stitch at the deepest parts of broken skin. The glow of her power took to the wound at the smallest suggestion, pulling the severed layers together. The mended parts glowed a faint yellow color, and Addy inspected each layer before moving onto the next. The top most layer of the skin was the most difficult. Toughened by exposure and use, it took a more force to get the pieces of skin to accept one another. The actual Aidara that sat on the floor didn't even twitch as her mental self cursed and insulted the skin that refused to take. "HA! Gotcha!" Her mental bit cried as the first wound knit together, at last. Pausing, Addy chose her next target. There were half a dozen small, easy cuts left as well as the largest, deepest one on the heel of Fen's hand. The grasp on her power strengthened with each cut she mended, the skin becoming more and more pliable, willing to her ministrations. Heartened by this progress, the other cuts together took less time than the very first she did. However, by the sixth one Addy was starting to feel the mental drag of overextension. The glowing golden coil within her flickered as exhaustion threatened the calm blanket she had enveloped herself in. Time was running out. The final cut was daunting. Taking a slow, deep breath was all Addy paused for, diving "head first" into the abrasion. Though they knitted back together with little prompting, it took much more effort than the woman would have liked. Each layer became a bit more difficult. In the midst of mending a particular layer, Addy's mental needle crashed into a...wall? Startled, the healers mental and actual body jerked, pulling her away from her calm and gasping as she felt her power slide from her grasp back into the coil, which then disappeared. That's when the exhaustion settled in. Opening her eyes, Addy saw three of Fen's face hovering anxiously over hers before the room reeled and she fell flat on her back. "Fen, there is still glass in your palm. Sai is going to have to yank it out and then bandage it up. The poultice instructions are in my book. I'm done. I can't do it." And with that, exhaustion took her and the healer fell into a semi-conscious stupor.

[Fenilen]

When Sairque's hand found it's way into his, the boy clenched around it eagerly, his palm pressing into hers, searching for solace as pain continued to engulf his other palm in spurts of fiery excruciation. Every little bit of his base instincts told him to retract the hand away from the source and cause of the pain, to bury himself into the comforting presence that was on his healthy left side. But no, he had to stay with the pain on his right side. The words that left the form on his left's lips processed only partially through the pain. His eyes looked over to her, though, frowning with his lips, pleading her to stay, but by then, she was already up. He watched with longing eyes as she made her way simply and quickly to the door, obviously eager to separate herself from himself and her sister. Had he done something wrong? Fenilen frowned as he watched her hair flowed freely down over back, hiding it from the world. He could tell absolutely nothing from the way she departed, with how her hair hid her muscles, hid the way her hips swayed. Her emotions, more than the wild guess that she was irritated at them both, would just have to be wildly guessed at some more until her return.

When the Healer provided him comfort, the frown on his face slowly vanished, replaced with a neutral expression. She flew into a vivid description of how she was going to have to take care of his hand, and all she got a a series of frenzied nods. How else was he supposed to respond? He didn't exactly process all of what she was saying in his dazed stupor, and what he did process, he didn't understand. Something about having to mend jagged skin back together, and not screaming, because she'd need to start. She was going to do what she did to his finger back in the Summer of last year. Vague memories past before his eyes, one of her hands passing over his, as a look of intense concentration claimed her face. He remembered the feeling of his skin knitting itself back together, the layers slowly reassembling themselves as if days, weeks were passing by in but a few brief seconds. She could do that on a larger scale, to his hand? Green eyes looked at her for a few brief seconds in wonder, but by then, she was intently focused, her eyes closed. She had sat back, leaned forward ever so slightly, forcing him to lean forward and prop himself up on his left elbow.

Silently, he watched her, then his hand. Her, then his hand. Her, then his hand. He watched the struggle that played across her face, like she was looking for something, and then the unchanging, bleeding hand that she was holding. Was it going to work? Did she still have that magical power within her? He held his breath, letting it come through only sparingly, as if he feared the sharp sound would distract her from her focus, and prevent her from finding whatever magic it was she was looking for. Then, he saw it. She must have found it, because he instantly saw the changes. He could feel it too. He could feel something snaking through his hand, feel something weaving the fibers that ran through his hand back together, as if they were sewing the hem of a shirt. He could feel the blood halt, feel it stop running onto the surface of his hand as it, instead, redirected through the surface of his skin, like it was supposed to. A small sigh of relief left his lips, but he did not so much as sit back. Tingling began to claim the tips of his left hand, due to the difficulty circulation was having. Resting one's chin on one's palm, while pinning one's elbow to a couch, was generally never good for keeping one's hand and fingers lively and not in pain.

Amazement continued to consume him as he watched every individual cut seal. Millimeter by millimeter, they simply vanished, being threaded together by the invisible magic that she weaved with such proficiency. Silently, he glanced back up at her face when he spied one last cut in the heel of his hand. What was wrong? Was she getting tired? She had a look of utter exhaustion on her face, one that looked like her concentration was starting to flicker, one that gave him the impression that, any second, she would keel over backwards and vomit, covering the floor in her own acidic bile. An expression of worry twisted across his face, his brow furrowing and his lips pursing as he watched her in silence. A few moments later, his fears came true, and she did just that, save the puking. She shot backwards, her lungs pulling in a quick, whole breath, filling themselves to the brim until one might think they were about to burst. He leaned forward further, feeling the tingling in his fingers intensifying before it began to relieve itself as blood flowed to them. He clenched them and unclenched them repetitively as he stared into her closed eyes, a broken, shaken voice ringing out to her. "Addy?" he demanded. Then, her eyes fluttered open, and he watched helplessly as she tried to focus on him, falling right back down as she tried to sit up.

Obviously on the verge of consciousness, she barked out a few words, words that Fenilen clung to with all of his attention, absorbing them like a sponge does water. He licked his lips as she spoke, repeating the points in his mind. Call for Sairque. He had to. He needed her here. He didn't know what to do. He couldn't bandage his own hand, and poultice it, and read a book, while there was still glass in his hand. That was the last whole thought that made its way through his thread. The rest was simply a series of reptilian, instinctual urges, telling him what to do as different things unraveled before him. When she finished speaking, a few, sharp words left his lips, left hand, now with feeling restored, meeting her shoulder. "Wait! Don't! No! I need you!" But she was already gone. Her green eyes had already rolled into the back of her head, and he was left alone in the room, blood seeping out around the last open cut in his hand. One thought ran through his mind. Put her on the couch. Not bothering to question why her thought that, he instead did it. slinking on arm under her chest while another went under her knees, lifting her up off of the ground, so that she was in his arms. He struggling with her weight, considering the lack of muscles on his wiry form, but he managed, settling her down on the couch, where he promptly covered her with a blanket, careful to arrange it with only his clean, left hand.

What came next was already planned. A banshee cry left his lips, one intended to garner the attention of one woman. "SAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIRRRRRRRRRQUUUUUUUUUEEEEEEE! I NEED YOOOOOOU!" he cried, his throat burning he screamed it so loud. He hurt his own ears, and was surprised he didn't wake Addy.

Now, all he could do was wait.