20.Mar.12, 02:39 PM
Talian wasn't thinking in terms of empathy right now, he was thinking in terms of B'jin's health. The man had been unconscious for far too long. Any longer and it would risk brain damage. That, unfortunately, had to be his first priority.
Healers were supposed to protect theirs from pain. But saving B'jin's life was more important.
"Forgive me, Larrikith," Talian said aloud as he quickly checked over B'jin's vitals. Heartbeat and breathing were fine. That didn't mean B'jin needed to stay out cold, though.
Talian reached under him and rolled him quickly onto one side. "He needs to wake up," Tal said urgently as he moved to B'jin's head, tilting the man's chin up so his mouth was lower. This way, his throat would stay open.
"If he's out for too long, he could have brain damage," he explained as he placed the ball of one hand on B'jin's sternum and used the other to hold him secure. He bore down and started to rub. It was painful and usually good for waking someone up, so long as they weren't too deeply out. There was no guarantee it would work, but it was worth a try.
After a few seconds, Talian stopped and reached for his bag again, hoping B'jin would start to come around momentarily. He got some gloves and some fellis, then looked at R'nd. "Water, please," he said, his tone dropping into a low, mistrustful, even submissive tone as he eyed the rider with suspicion. "I need to start stitching his lacerations, but they need to be cleaned first."
He jumped slightly when he heard Larrikith bellow to Ronarth. What could that be all about? He frowned and looked back to B'jin and began the process of inspecting the wounds.
Far away, Ronarth answered her mournfully. I must not the saddened bronze whispered, There has been enough blood today. Even more than S'kef, he feared for Larri...Tyrrisath was big.
And there's no telling with a bastard like S'kef! If someone/I pick him up, we can hash it out then.
Healers were supposed to protect theirs from pain. But saving B'jin's life was more important.
"Forgive me, Larrikith," Talian said aloud as he quickly checked over B'jin's vitals. Heartbeat and breathing were fine. That didn't mean B'jin needed to stay out cold, though.
Talian reached under him and rolled him quickly onto one side. "He needs to wake up," Tal said urgently as he moved to B'jin's head, tilting the man's chin up so his mouth was lower. This way, his throat would stay open.
"If he's out for too long, he could have brain damage," he explained as he placed the ball of one hand on B'jin's sternum and used the other to hold him secure. He bore down and started to rub. It was painful and usually good for waking someone up, so long as they weren't too deeply out. There was no guarantee it would work, but it was worth a try.
After a few seconds, Talian stopped and reached for his bag again, hoping B'jin would start to come around momentarily. He got some gloves and some fellis, then looked at R'nd. "Water, please," he said, his tone dropping into a low, mistrustful, even submissive tone as he eyed the rider with suspicion. "I need to start stitching his lacerations, but they need to be cleaned first."
He jumped slightly when he heard Larrikith bellow to Ronarth. What could that be all about? He frowned and looked back to B'jin and began the process of inspecting the wounds.
Far away, Ronarth answered her mournfully. I must not the saddened bronze whispered, There has been enough blood today. Even more than S'kef, he feared for Larri...Tyrrisath was big.
And there's no telling with a bastard like S'kef! If someone/I pick him up, we can hash it out then.