Healing Hands; Healing Words {Marnark}

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Work, it was what Eira was throwing herself into after the attack. The young woman taken very minimal time to herself, she preferred working herself to the bone anyways. It help kept her mind off of what happened even though some would argue it was not the best thing to be doing. Siath, was in the dragons wing of the infirmary, more or less to stay close to her rider. There were few if any dragons occupying the particular section of the infirmary, so it was not like the green was taking up any unnecessary room.

At the moment, she kept her mind open to her Eira who was working carefully on a young man. Simply redoing the stitching as the ones done the day before were rushed to simply stop it. ”He will not hurt you?” Siath asked slowly as the woman worked. ”No, he...Is only a patient Siath.” Eira thought back as she watched what her hands were doing. Stitches were an easy thing, her hands weren't shaking at the very least. Work kept her mind busy off of that monster. Her hands didn't shake when stitches were being made or balms were being applied.

No, work kept those horrible memories at bay for now. It was just like when her father died, she kept herself busy until the pain of his lost no longer bothered her. This pain she was going through now, would take a lot longer to get past. The man she was working with was silent and still as a board as she worked. Once the stitches were done she carefully applied some palm to keep it clean and to help with the pain before wrapping it up. “Keep it clean, but, do not submerge it into water. Come back in a seven day to see if the stitches can be taken out. If it starts bother you in anyway, come back then too. You can go now.” Eira mentioned softly, it almost hurt to speak.

In truth, she should be resting herself. She was not going to have any of it though. When horrible things were dealt to her, she worked and kept on working. Watching the man leave, she swallowed and headed to check on Siath who was holding up okay with how small of a distance was in between them. “Are you doing alright?” Eira asked as she gently scratched the green's serpentine neck. ”I am doing fine my Eira...What about you? You were the one hurt...” It was a worry tone, one she taken on far more with hers than before.

“I'm doing fine.” Eira told her. The green knew it was a lie, but, she was not going to push her rider. She didn't need pushing at this very moment. She needed to keep busy. “Now I'm going back in there, keep redoing stitches and redressing wounds okay? I'll be right there and close by.” Siath nodded as she watched Eira leave to head back in there, to work on others who were harmed. First things first, she wandered to a pitcher filled with drinking water and snagged a clean cup. Swallowing was an almost painful thing to do, reaching up she touched her neck before shaking her head and turned to get back to work.

What she was not expecting was to run into R'gar as she turned. His almost sudden appearance practically made her jump out of her skin. Blinking up at him, she turned her gaze down at the cup she dropped and the water that had splashed some on her dress. “S..Sorry about that.” Eira stuttered out. Another thing about working, she didn't stutter talking to patients. Moments like these though, it came about all too easily. Siath was already asking her if she was alright again, wondering if R'gar was going to hurt her. She had to quickly tell the green that she trusted R'gar, that he was not like the one that hurt her.

The green was skeptical, but she was not going to argue with her.

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Rework. If it had been done properly the first time, it wouldn't need done again the second time. These poor, poor people. But then ... this also allowed him to give a lot of them the proper care that they really wouldn't get otherwise. Determined, R'gar wasn't going to let that bother him again ... even if it really did bother him all the sharding time.

He really couldn't help it. He was just stuck with the opinion that most of these so-called healers were brushcountry nutjobs. It wouldn't be so bad if they'd at least learn something, but noooo. Hide bound traditionalists they were, and traditionalists they would stay. Thankfully he'd had a good supply of his various herbal creams and such all made up and readily on hand. Even better, most of them didn't need to be used in copious quantities to be massively effective.

Broken bones ... according to the healers here that would take months to heal. R'gar knew for a fact he could have these people working again without support in less than a week. Barbarics. Deep flesh wounds, sealed shut in less than a candlemark, completely healed in a few days. Nurrrrrg.

Some of these people already had raging infections which he was having to take care of. How did the locals take care of it? Lance it of course. Cause more damage to the already damaged and suffering area. Really, he could strangle some of these people. A simple topical application of one of his tinctures had the infection gone in just a few candlemarks, all without ever breaking the skin.

Nrrrrrrrrrg!

Worse, was getting the other healers (and in some cases convincing the patients to shut up and hold still) to leave them well enough alone after R'gar had treated them appropriately. He almost needed a contingent of guards to keep patients and healers separated until the patients actually healed!!

In a moment that was between patients where R'gar was taking a moment to rub some life back into his own exhausted hands, he couldn't help but notice the comings and goings of one of the healer lasses. She looked ... rather untended and beat up herself. Yet plugging away like a beaten mule. Pulling the soiled towel off of his shoulder and dropping it into a bucket of cold water, he replaced it with a fresh one before making his way over to where she was getting a drink.

Only ... he managed to spook her. "No, no." R'gar answered her apology. "The fault is mine ... I didn't mean to startle you." She'd clearly been beaten, walking softly was a habit of his but probably not a good one when it came to this case. Ever so gently with a grip that was soft but irrefusable, he took a hold of her chin and turned it up and to the side, inspecting the damage to her neck. "What happened to you?" He asked, eying the bruises that lividly colored the skin there.

Really, it looked like someone had tried to strangle her. Obviously, it hadn't worked since she was still here. He didn't even bother to ask if she'd gotten it looked at. If she had, it probably hadn't done her any good at all. "We need to get this taken care of." R'gar said simply, releasing her chin and offering her a hand prior to leading her over to where his mixes, salves, creams, tinctures and decoctions were. Very few were straight up singular herbs, most of them having well over a dozen if not more in them.

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Eira could understand why things were done sloppily the first time around. There had been, from her knowledge, a good number of injured that overwhelmed the healers. It certainly looked busy yesterday when her and S'nuo finally made it to the infirmary. On one hand though, his relatively minor wound was stitched and cleaned by her own hands. Healing others was easily the best distraction on the planet for her. Even though her own stitches were rushed, they were still neat like they always were. Short on time did not have to lead to sloppy work in her book.

While she didn't have the knowledge of a northern healer, she had plenty of her own to make due. Broken bones she had set in the past may taken longer than a week, but in the end it healed and a person wasn't crippled for life. The deep flesh woulds were easily sealed and cleaned out on her end though. But, because of her limitations she had yer been able to get them completely healed in a few days like R'gar. It was possible that was why she felt she should learn from the northerner in the first place compared to some of the other healers.

He had knowledge of incredibly useful healing practices. If it meant helping other members of the Weyr, Eira could almost care less where the information came from. She constantly wanted to learn more so she could help others. It was in her blood to do so and it would continue to be there even though now she had Siath to care for. On the other hand, the young green felt like she needed to take care of Eira in some way or the other. Especially after what had happened to her, she felt she needed to protect her in some way.

Even though she was unsettled by so many people about her rider, at least in the sense she was at peace here. It kept her mind off of what had happened and it seemed to help. Even if some would compare her to a beaten mule, there wasn't exactly much she could do about the marks besides using a cool damp cloth to help with the swelling. Granted, the swelling was far worse this day than it was when the blow was first dealt.

As R'gar answered her apology and told her that it was his fault, she was ready to shake her head and tell him that she should have been looking where she was going when he took her chin. The gesture made her stomach flop and her skin visibly paled when he touched her. The feeling was enough to make Siath lift her head in worry. ”Is he trying to harm you?” The dragon asked coldly, ready to get her rider away from the tall man if she had to. It didn't matter if they were surrounded by people, the green was going to be defensive for a good bit of time to come.

”No...I'm just jumpy Siath. R'gar is a healer like myself.” Eira told her, quickly of course. She did not want Siath to become upset, it wouldn't do anyone good in that case. Swallowing as R'gar looked at her neck, she didn't answer his question as her stomach made another flip. It was another thing she did not want, she did not want to remember the day before. She just wanted to forget it even if her mind wouldn't let her. It was not time for her to forget yet.

Even though he did not ask if she had her wounds looked at, she felt if she had it wouldn't of done no good at all. To her knowledge there was nothing that could heal the rather superficial wounds she was dealt. Eira had thought only time would 'heal' them in the sense, after all what could heal the bruises on her neck and the welt that laid on her left cheek? R'gar seemed to have other plans though. “T-they're nothing I can't handle.” Eira told him, trying everything in her power to not stutter like a fool. The young woman followed him anyways, even if she did not accept the offered hand. “Only s-superficial, there are w-worse wounds that we should be worrying about.”

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Twitch. Twitch. Twitch. She was going to twitch herself into a spasm if this kept up. R'gar didn't have much of a background in mindhealing, but a body didn't have to, to tell there was something wrong here. And it wasn't just the injuries. It was obvious like a glowing dragon.

"You're not thinking straight." He reminded gently. "Yes, there are others with more grievous wounds needing tended to right now. But no one is dying of them as of yet. Furthermore, you are a Healer. The sooner you are seen to, the more effective you will be in aiding the act of seeing to the rest. So even from a purely mathematical standpoint, you are by far needing tending to before them, for their sake. If you refuse it for your own." He pointed out.

Once she was near where the majority of his things were, he stopped her and had her sit on a handy stool. "Relax, we'll get you right as rain in no time." He assured her as he pulled out a bowl and filled it with warm water. That along with some soaproot, he took several moments to gently cleanse her neck and face with a clean soft towel soaked in the warm liquid. Not that it was dirty to begin with, but he was never one to skip anything.

As he did so, he took a closer look at what he was dealing with. It niggled at him and refused to lie still in his mind. Finally it hit him why it was so disconcerting - while it had apparently happened during the attack, it couldn't be part of the attack. Whatever had happened here, it wasn't attack related. She looked like someone had tried to beat the spirit out of her, and when that failed had resorted to trying to strangle it out of her. The Holdless hadn't done that ... they had cut people to bits, tore them apart, mobbed people, destroyed stuff ... everything they did had been fast with an attempt at efficiency toward mass damage. This ... this had taken time to happen. Someone had very carefully and deliberately done this to her.

"Who did this?" R'gar asked quietly as he twisted the lid off of one of the myriad of jars upon his table. With clean fingers he scooped some of the milky-green colored salve out, and ever-so-gently started running it over her skin, over the cuts, abrasions, and massive bruising and swelling she had. All of it, he covered with a thin layer of the cream. It had at least a dozen different herbs in it, all suspended in a beeswax-lard combination base. With this applied to the problem areas, the swelling would be gone in hours, the bruising in a day or two, along with the minor scrapes and abrasions. Faster if she got a re-application in the morning.

But he was careful to not get it any where near her eyes as he applied it to her face, using a single finger of the other hand to guide the point of her chin this way and that so he could see what he was doing. "Do you have injuries elsewhere?" Chances were good that she did. But he wouldn't make her disrobe if she wasn't. "And don't lie about it, either. I don't care if it's minor, you are high-priority for getting back to top condition."

Whoever had done this to her ... they were brutal. Brutal in a way that skirmishes did not justify. Who ever did this, was one sick puppy.

In the dragon infirmary, Apollath limped into the cove and eased down to the ground near where Siath was. Nestling his soft nose against her shoulder, he whuffled on her hide. Do not worry and fret. Mine is good at what he does and yours will be spiffy in no time. he told her, curling his bandaged tail around his body.

While R'gar had made it through the attack unscathed, Apollath hadn't been so lucky. Cordoning off several entrances to the infirmary he had provided a physical road block that was too big and stubborn to be moved out of the way. Really unable to fight back, all he'd been able to do was absorb the attack of the holdless to protect those inside. At least until more people had arrived to drive them back again. As a result, his hide was a bit patch-worked and a touch the worse for the wear. But the infirmary had remained safe for it, and he was not sorry.

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Eira was more than ready to protest as he told her that she was not thinking straight. The more he spoke though, the more she realized that he was in fact right. Sighing heavily, the young woman slowly nodded before she followed him. “Fine, but please make it quick.” She told him quietly she wanted to get it over with as soon as possible. Simply because she knew the longer he worked on her, the more questions there could be. The last thing she wanted was questions.

Letting him lead her to where his salves were, she nodded as he had her sit on the stool. She easily hopped up on it and nodded at his words. She tilted her head a little so he could clean her face and neck. While they were hardly dirty to begin with, she understood it was a good practice to do regardless. Siath shifted as her's was cleaned, she was just a nervous thing. Eira could sense it coming from her little green. ”Siath, it's alright. Please. Nothing is going to happen to me right this moment.” ”Are you sure my Eira?” ”I am...Just sit tight.” Eira told her as she slowly tilted her head up so he could get the skin cleaned just underneath her skin.

The marks left were left by a Holdless man during the attack. While it was debatable whether it was actually part of the attack or not, he simply wanted to hurt her, break her. While the young woman was not completely broken, she was certainly chipped and needed repairs made to rebuild her spirit. She supposed not all Holdless simply cut people to bits and the like, after all one had done this to her. Only the monster knew if it was a deliberate plan of all of them or one he put through himself. When R'gar asked who did this, she tiled her head for him to apply the salve. He was gentle as he applied it, which was always the sign of a good healer in her book. “A Holdless did it.” She told him quietly. “What's in the salve?” She asked him seeing as she answered his question in a blunt fashion.

Eira was trying to steer her mind back onto healing, asking him what was in the salve helped there. She always did like hearing what sort of salves he created. It was always interesting to her to find out new ones, even if her's worked perfectly fine and did what they were created for. Still, they weren't like his, which healed and brought swelling down so much quicker. He was careful to not get any near her eyes. Thankfully, there was only the one blow to her face itself.

She turned her head easily as he pressed gently against her chin. The mention of injuries elsewhere made her stomach flip. There was, but, she did not want to disrobe for anyone. Not even another woman. She contemplated lying to him about it, up until he told her to not to and that she was high-priority for getting back to top condition. At the moment, she felt she would be fine physically. She could easily keep working like she had been.

“Minor bruising on my wrists, but, they do not hurt or anything.” Eira told him quietly. She frowned for a moment before looking away from him. In a way it could be view as her just giving him better access to her neck. Really, she just didn't want to look him in the eye. “t-There is some bruising, on my left u-upper thigh...” Her words were barely audible and her breath caught in her throat for a brief moment. “I can apply the salve myself.” Once more those words were barely audible, but, it was something she was far more comfortable with. She was barely comfortable around men she knew and men who were harmed during the attack. Eira simply hoped this sick feeling in her stomach would fade sooner rather than later.

She would agree though, that the Holdless monster was a sick puppy. A brutal son of a herdbeast.

Siath looked towards the entrance as Apollath entered. The young green while she would be a long one once matured, was dwarfed by the brown. If Malith made her uneasy at first, well, that was nothing compared to Apollath who was massive! Her eyes nervously looked up to the older dragon. ”I am not worry that he is a poor healer. I'm worried that he'll hurt her.” The little dragonet replied as she slowly edged just a hair away from Apollath, it was the same way she acted towards the blue and to many of the older dragons she just met. She rather be alone with just her Eira, but, her Eira liked talking to other people too much. At least she did before the attack.

”What happened to you? Did those scary humans hurt you too?” The green slowly asked. While she could see how they could hurt those their own size, she could not understand how they could do so much damage to a fellow dragon.

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A Holdless did it. R'gar gave that some thought more deep than passing. It could be true ... they had been attacked after all. Or it could be that strange phenomenon where a woman tried to protect the bastard that was beating her. But he saw no reason whatsoever why not to answer her question in like kind.

"It's a mix of several herbs in varying ratios." R'gar answered. "I have had to substitute a few ingredients seeing how some of the herbs I normally use can't be found here. But the majority of it is similar enough that it's still effective. There's some comfrey, oak bark, gravel root, mullein, mallow root, walnut bark, wormwood, lobelia, and scullcap. That's most to least order, by the way. The combination once brewed is suspended in a base of lard and wax. It works really well, but I'm still looking for a way to help it be absorbed more quickly." He answered before hesitating a moment at a nudge from Apollath. The hesitation wasn't much however and he went back to what he was doing all while paying attention to her body language.

And her spoken language as well. The way her voice sounded, how she said what she said ... R'gar heaved a sigh. The dots connected all too easily. Especially with the dot provided by Apollath. He could understand her reluctance to be forthcoming, and wasn't entirely sure how to proceed with this obviously sensitive matter. How badly she was hurt he couldn't say. Not without being told. So he prompted Apollath to see what he could glean from the girl's dragon instead. Usually they were easier to get info out of, he'd found. All without further damaging her psyche.

Apollath crouched even lower down as he witnessed the concern in the young green. You need not be afraid of my, little miss. I will not hurt you, and mine will not hurt yours. Mine only wishes to help yours. What happened to yours, that you are so concerned that she might get hurt again? he asked, tucking his wings in tight to help him look smaller. Not that it would work a whole lot - he was altogether too big of a dragon to try and look small. Browns were just built that way.

They did, sadly. But not enough to make me move like they wanted me to. Not enough to permanently damage me either. Though they did try. Thread eat the lot of them, I say. Clearly they do not want our help. I was protecting the infirmary at the time, and they wanted in. He explained. They were not mean enough to succeed.

R'gar took a moment to inspect her wrists before blowing a small sigh. He looked her in the eye for a moment, searching not for untruths, but for any sign of how badly she had been frightened, how badly she had been damaged by the attack. "You can do that, yes." He agreed. "Once I finish here." Taking more of the salve, he carefully applied to to her wrists.

"I know you think you answered this already, but I have to ask again. Are you alright?" R'gar asked simply.

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If Eira knew what R'gar was thinking she would have slapped him. This was not done by someone she actually cared for, it was done by a man she did not know who was here to harm others. She heard the scream of the woman he killed echo through the halls, and he heard the shortened yell of the man he also killed.

At least he answered her question about the salve, it was something she was grateful for. “That sounds about right actually..” Eira mentioned softly, she knew which plant did what but she had never thought to put them all together. “Is it equal amounts of the plants?” She asked as she tilted her head slightly, giving him access to her neck. “Or some have more than the others? I'm not sure about a way to help it be absorbed more quickly though, I need to look over some of the scrolls I have. There could be something in there that could be useful.” She commented with a very slight smile, trying to look on the positive side that she was learning one of his salves. They interest her after all, and normally she would be far more talkative and bounce off idea's. This wasn't her normal though, she would have had a spark in her eye and that smile was halfhearted.

Her smile faded as he continued with what he was doing though, her mind wandered back to that day and she flinched when his touch wasn't so gentle by accident. No, he was gentle as he could be. It was just a particularly sensitive area that she had been trying to avoid since getting it. It was like her cheek, both were area's she avoided to prevent more pain more or less.

Apollath spoke, and Siath eye's slowly looked up at the large brown. ”I still worry for my Eira...” The green mentioned quietly. ”One of those Holdless hurt her.” She replied. ”He hurt her badly.” Being so young, she did not know how to describe what happened to her Eira at all. Just that she was hurt and had been so scared. That S'nuo was concerned for her to the point he carried her even with his arm cut into. It was all something the young green just did not know how to explain to the older brown.

A small mew left Siath as he explained what happened. Saddened he had to be hurt. At least he was alive and it was not permanent damage. ”That is good it is nothing permanent...I agree that they clearly do not want our help. I hope thread eats them slowly at that.” Siath mentioned with a firm nod of her head. She really meant it too, especially the one who harmed her poor Eira.”I am glad that you protected the infirmary, I know my Eira likes being here helping others...She would have been sad if it was destroyed.”

Lifting her wrist, she let him inspect them. Nothing too bad, the bruising on her neck and cheek were far worse. Looking away when their eyes met, she looked at her wrists intently, as if she found it interesting how he inspected her wrists. “Thank you.” She mentioned quietly as he applied the salve. It of course was for what he was doing now as well as what he did earlier and for giving her some of that salve to apply herself.

She frowned as he asked her again if she was alright. Truthfully she wasn't and she sighed heavily. “At this moment..No.” She told him quietly as she slowly looked up at ihm. “But...I will be alright..Eventually. Time heals all you know.”

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"No, they're not all the same amounts." R'gar answered patiently, pretty sure he'd already said that. "I listed them in most to least amounts. I don't know the amounts straight off the top of my head, I'd have to go get my notes." Thankfully those had survived the sea voyage and then the following jungle trek. Such as it was. A small leather bound book of parchments, it was filled with his scribbles. Things he needed to remember, things he learned, things he found, sketches of things ... basically it was his self-constructed reference tome, in miniature. He had started it back when he'd been at the Healer hall, and thankfully it had a copious quantity of things he'd learned there.

"You do that." He encouraged to her idea of looking to see what she could find. Though he had no real expectations that she would find anything. The South was so far behind the curve, and all they had was the same stuff. Nothing really new. But one never knew, maybe there was something long forgotten that even the North hadn't known. Unlikely as it was.

Badly. Apollath answered simply, contemplating that all while still tapped into R'gar. The damage that was visible to R'gar wasn't that bad, not bad enough to be termed 'badly' ... even by a stressed out young mindmate. Mine will take care of yours, don't worry. You don't have to be afraid of me, either. Do stop hiding so. Apollath requested. Her cowering off in the corner really did make him feel rather dastardly. Even though he hadn't done anything at all to warrant that kind of sensation.

R'gar watched intently as her bodylanguage told so much more than her words did. Finished with everything he could reach, he released her and dolloped out a wad of the cream into a smaller jar. Screwing the lid onto it securely, he handed it to her. "Here." He said simply. "Reapply as you see fit. Other than being perpetually greasy and possibly making everything else greasy, you really can't over do it." He offered a small smile for the humor, small as it was. "I understand. If you ever need anything, all you have to do is ask. If I might suggest, don't clam it all away. It would be better if you found someone to talk to. It's better for your psyche, even if time will eventually heal it."

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For a moment, Eira felt incredibly foolish. It managed to slip right by her that he already mentioned that the amounts of each ingredient was different. Briefly, a soft blush hit her cheeks at the realization of how she must of sounded like some backwoods 'healer'. Granted, the young woman was far from lacking in medical knowledge. Even if that knowledge was limited to what was taught and available here. “I would love to learn them though. The more people who know such things the more good it does overall doesn't it?” She asked him gently. She really would love to lose herself in his notes, to try to learn things he knew that she may not.

Her lips momentarily curled into a slight smile at the encouragement. She would look if it could help. While it was doubtful there would be something similar to what he used in the north, it never hurt to try did it? Who knew, maybe there was something he didn't know and that a lowly southern healer did. Unlikely, but it would be an interesting task.

Siath, simply knew that her Eira was different compared to before. While the young woman was still very much the same, she was different in other ways. Ways that others were possibly noticing, at least to those who knew the weyrling before the attack. The green nodded at the brown. ”That is good that he'll take care of my Eira...” She replied softly before letting out a short chirp. Eira looked towards the dragon infirmary having heard the chirp from there. ”I don't mean to! I'm sorry! I was being rude!” The young dragonet quickly prattled, she was simply nervous around new ones. Even if Eira knew them she was simply jumpy and defensive. Worried that a new face would suddenly hurt her like that Holdless hurt her.

As he handed her the small jar, she took it gratefully. It would last her a good amount of time really, she would not need much of the salve so she could always keep it on hand just in case. Slipping the little jar into a pocket, she nodded at the directions and couldn't help the flicker of a smile on her lips. “Mm, I think I would only use the small amount as I need it...I hate feeling greasy.” She replied with a small bit of humor of her own.

At least he understood. Nodding as he told her if she ever needed anything, to just ask. It was comforting she had another person to do so. “I'll try not to.” She told him quietly in response to clamming it all up. Sliding off the stool, she smoothed out her dress and looked up at him. “t-Thank you R'gar, and I will be looking forward to hearing what amounts you use in the cream.” She told him softly. Eira meant both things naturally, she thanked him for healing her, for the advice, and for letting her know the amounts of the salve in the future.

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R'gar smiled slightly at her enthusiasm. "How about you come see me after this mess is cleaned up and squared away. Then we'll go over a few things. Right now we have more pressing matters to attend to." Especially since she wasn't in any shape to be dealing with her true problems. At least she wouldn't be suffering so bad as to not be able to swallow, soon.

He was hardly teacher material, being only a journeyman in his craft. Hardly sanctioned to do such. But ... at this point it really couldn't hurt. That, and all he really had was his own notes. Not the tomes and tomes upon tomes of material that he'd started out learning with. Maybe most of that she had down already, it was only the newer concepts she needed to learn. The bits and pieces to fill in the cracks as it were. Time would tell, and they would see.

He patted her on the shoulder gently, reassuringly. "You'll be alright." He assured her, backing off enough to allow her to get back to her feet should she deem to do so. "Come, we have people to see to. I have noticed that you do a neat stitching job. It is nice to see." He mentioned approvingly.

Apollath rumbled in amusement. No need to apologize. You are struggling with a lot of stress. I was merely observing and commenting.[ He ruffled his wings a bit to reorganize them as the young green hurried about. What are you doing now? he asked, both amused and mystified at once.

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Eira nodded slightly. “That sound's like a good idea to me.” She replied with a small smile, if anything could cheer her up, learning new medical concepts would. It would help keep her mind off of the attack, long enough to start healing. More or less, learning new thing's would be a good distraction for her.

Even though R'gar wasn't exactly teacher material, she knew plenty of things already. Learning from him would be filling in what bits and pieces that needed to be filled. Just thing's she wouldn't be able to learn on her own without years of experimenting. Really, he would be giving her a leg up with some of the things he knew. If only she had access to what he did, she would of just loved pouring over all of those various volumes of information. Hopefully, she would be able to catch on easily enough.

The reassuring pat made her look up at him and she smiled slightly at him. She would be, all it would be is just some time and remembering she did have people to talk to, those who cared for her well being. For now she just needed to keep herself busy. The compliment about her stitching caused her to briefly look like her old self again. The little spark of recognition that some of the older healers did not give her. “Thank you, all those hours of sewing as a girl really came in handy.” She mentioned, able to joke about it. At the very least her healing was one thing that was not effected.

Siath didn't know what to say naturally, the poor little thing was just simply embarrassed. She froze from her moving about. ”I don't know...” The young one replied. ”I just felt like I had to move. I feel like I need to do something but I can't. My Eira is working on the others, and I'm not hungry or itching or tired..” It was very possible, as much as she was worried for her Eira, the little green was simply...Bored.

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R'gar smiled and nodded. If she took her flesh-stitching from any other kind of stitching, she must have done some straaaange stitching. For it wasn't anything alike, other than involving a needle. But he wasn't going to question it ... he really didn't care what her cloth-stitching was like, so long as her people-stitching was up to par ... and so far as he had seen it was.

He put the lid back on his main jar of salve, aware that actually screwing down would probably be a waste of time and effort since he was probably going to need into it again very soon. There were a lot of wounded people about. Many of whom would get some of it. But, he did get it more or less out of the way, placing it back upon the shelf for the moment. He had many such salves and concoctions that he would be using as necessary. Thankfully most people were mobile now and he could bring them over to where his supplies were instead of running back and forth with this jar or that.

"Come, we have much to do." R'gar told her, before picking up a clean towel and heading back off into the infirmary proper to get started. Chances were good they were going to have very long days at least for the next two or three. And still busy doing revisitation over the next week or three. Some people had been busted up pretty good.

Apollath chuffed, amused. Come with me, we will find something for you to do. Yours is safe in the infirmary, and you can't get in there anyway. You will be just as aware of her situation anywhere else as here. he reminded gently as he rose to his feet and turned about to limp back outdoors. At least out here the weyrling could burn off some of that energy without being obstructive or at worse destructive. Come, then. Let's see what you can do. Despite his decrepit state, Apollath moved out at an easy trot. Though a trot for him on his full adult sized legs would probably be an outright run for a baby green.

R'gar was probably going to cuss him out later for this, as it was liable to tear some of his stitches. But it felt good to move, if it did sting occasionally. His hide was all that hurt, not his muscles, which also itched to do something much akin to little Siath's.

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It was very different but, all those hours spent sewing did help train herself to keep her hand still. Her hands used to shake plenty as a child and she had been worried her hands would never be as still as her fathers. Sewing helped with that, and it's why she was glad she did so many hours of it. Now she could do those stitches on people even if she just went through a traumatic experience herself. Healing others was something soothing to her.

While R'gar would be using his own salves, she would be using what she knew did exactly what. At least those salves were still of use even if they weren't as good as his come to healing. She nodded to him, picking up a clean towel herself. “That we do. Let's see how many we can get healed before the candlemark ends.” Eira replied with a small smile. While they'll be busy for a good chunk of time, hopefully they can get many healed up today so the numbers that needed to be healed would keep going down. “I'll talk to you later R'gar...I want to see your notes of course.” She told him before heading off to one side of the infirmary to work on a woman she noticed had been waiting.

Once more she worked quickly and accurately, trying to do all she can to help.

The little green looked worried for a moment as she looked towards her Eira. ”Will you be alright my Eira?” She asked, wanting to make sure before she left with the older brown. ”I will be fine Siath, please, if you want to go rest in the barracks go do so.” Eira told her, assuming that it was too loud in the infirmary for her lifemate. ”No...Apollath is taking me outside.” ”Then go! It's alright! He may look like a patchwork quilt but, I am sure he will keep you company and most of all safe.” The green look contemplative for a moment before slowly following after the green before running after him with his trot. ”Slow down! You're moving too fast!” She was only a baby green after all.

{And it's a good stopping place! We should Rp together again sometime soon!}