Make Do

Luce was feeling a bit more like herself with every passing day. Although the weather was harsh, she spent most of her time passing the winter by tucked by Bourbon's side. She had finally come to realize that there wasn't anything to be done about the disaster besides wait it out. The ash would keep falling, the earth would shake. There was nothing she could do that was within her earthly powers to change it, so she begrudgingly put her faith in the passing of time. It healed all wounds, after all. Or infection killed you first.

She had grown so accustomed to being by Bourbon's side that it irked her when he left to venture out on his own. He didn't consider her quite well enough to assist in their usual duties, but she was getting there. In typical healer fashion (although she had made a very good effort!) Lucretia was a horrible patient. Once her strength had been somewhat regained after a few good night's rest and some food forced down her throat, she was itching to resume business as usual.

It was no surprise that she tailed him. Not really. Although her own orders were absolute, Bourbon's medical opinion was more like... a suggestion. She wasn't long behind him when the earth began to shake. All of her hair stood on end as the ground quaked beneath them. Luce watched him tumble and cry out but she was frozen by the tremor. Once it had passed, she took a moment to collect herself and ran towards the edge he had tumbled over. Freshly powdered snow scattered across the bottom of the ravine, a stark contrast to the bright red blood that spattered the area. "Bourbon! Oh, oh we need to get you out of there so I can take a look..." She said crossly, scanning the area for anything that might be of use.

There was a loose powder all around but sand was still beneath. Was there anything still alive that she could use? Luce peered over the edge again, whining towards her companion below. "How are we going to get you out...?"

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