One More Time

Rhyme had much less finesse to his healing touch than his mother or Vail, much to Shaye's misfortune. He would have offered her more selection for pain management, but it was all gone. She hissed painfully as he cleaned her wound. "You can drink some if you need to." he guessed she had been done nursing for a while now, she was safe to consume alcohol if she wanted.

She was becoming more lucid as he worked. "If it hurts you know you're still alive." he teased, trying to bring her further from her clouded state. "We should get you some water." He looked around for Noir, who seemed to have conveniently disappeared. "Sorry, I'm not as good as Vail. Or nearly as well stocked." She had lost a lot of blood, now he was worried about her going into shock. "Let me know if you get start getting cold." He told her as he absently pushed some of the furs closer to her.