04.Feb.12, 01:47 PM
Lymselia nodded. She knew the plant and reached into her bag and produced the knotted cord which held it shut. She held it in front of his eyes. "See. Take a deep breath." she said reaching to get the scent under his nose. "Recognize it?"
She waited a breath, reaching to check his pulse. "B'jin." her voice wazs firm and direct. "For that you love ,Talian, you need to let him go physically, his heart rate is up, and if he's feel claustrophobic, and is having shortness of breath it can be a heart attack, or it could be anxiety or it could be both- one may lead to the other and compound it. Let him go." she was practically commanding him as the last three words left her lips. She hadn't meant to be so forceful. But Healer protocal stated she could take 'command' if need be and B'jin be dropped between without his sharding green if Tal died because he wouldn't let go.
She set the pouch on the table. "You, red shirt." she barked to a young man with a red shirt, he was kitchen staff at the point but the redshirt was just easy to pick out in the crowd, and the rest of the wherryheads were too gossipy-in her mind- so she picked someone else. "I need you to heat me some water. Not to boiling, just warm." she began and sent him about his duties. "Actually put two on, I need to clean my hands." she looked down at them. They were clean, but she didn't want foreign bodies or dirt in her dried herbs. Contaminates could be deadly.
She cleaned her hands and let the situation with Par'a drop like a stone. She didn't have time for this. B'jin behavior made her antsy, and the word proddy was thrown around like it should mean-- SHARDS. It hit her hard when heard the green dragon scream. A different scream. But she know it. "Shards and Shells!" she moved towards Talian, he was drugged, and this could do more heart damage. She didn't what kind of damaged a Flight could do to a mind, but he wasn't in a good state anway. She gestured to Valerian. Can you help me move him?" the doors flying off spooked her , but she focused. Talian needed her knowledge right now. "Please." the words were firm and she glanced at Par'a, "Please, I need help to move him. We need to at least get to the Healer Hall. This is going to make this.. worse." she reached to check his pulse. "Tal, can you walk?" She looked between the others and herself, and to the wake that B'jin had left. "We should probably all get moving, at least to the Healer hall. I need to able to bring his heart rate down." She spoke quietly and reached for Talian.
Dragonriders... They were... dealing with two minds. It sounded tough...
She waited a breath, reaching to check his pulse. "B'jin." her voice wazs firm and direct. "For that you love ,Talian, you need to let him go physically, his heart rate is up, and if he's feel claustrophobic, and is having shortness of breath it can be a heart attack, or it could be anxiety or it could be both- one may lead to the other and compound it. Let him go." she was practically commanding him as the last three words left her lips. She hadn't meant to be so forceful. But Healer protocal stated she could take 'command' if need be and B'jin be dropped between without his sharding green if Tal died because he wouldn't let go.
She set the pouch on the table. "You, red shirt." she barked to a young man with a red shirt, he was kitchen staff at the point but the redshirt was just easy to pick out in the crowd, and the rest of the wherryheads were too gossipy-in her mind- so she picked someone else. "I need you to heat me some water. Not to boiling, just warm." she began and sent him about his duties. "Actually put two on, I need to clean my hands." she looked down at them. They were clean, but she didn't want foreign bodies or dirt in her dried herbs. Contaminates could be deadly.
She cleaned her hands and let the situation with Par'a drop like a stone. She didn't have time for this. B'jin behavior made her antsy, and the word proddy was thrown around like it should mean-- SHARDS. It hit her hard when heard the green dragon scream. A different scream. But she know it. "Shards and Shells!" she moved towards Talian, he was drugged, and this could do more heart damage. She didn't what kind of damaged a Flight could do to a mind, but he wasn't in a good state anway. She gestured to Valerian. Can you help me move him?" the doors flying off spooked her , but she focused. Talian needed her knowledge right now. "Please." the words were firm and she glanced at Par'a, "Please, I need help to move him. We need to at least get to the Healer Hall. This is going to make this.. worse." she reached to check his pulse. "Tal, can you walk?" She looked between the others and herself, and to the wake that B'jin had left. "We should probably all get moving, at least to the Healer hall. I need to able to bring his heart rate down." She spoke quietly and reached for Talian.
Dragonriders... They were... dealing with two minds. It sounded tough...