Raise the Wreck of Doubt

Aurelia couldn't help but mentally roll her eyes at Aresenn's shielding instincts. But, she couldn't blame him for needing to protect them in this situation. She cautiously approached the girl, her eyes scanning her wounds with a level of sympathy she didn't want to admit she felt. There was the bite on her neck, various scratches and bruises. No telling what kind of trauma to her head- but at least the nosebleed seemed to have subsided for now. Treating the massive net of lacerations on her side had been very stressful for Absinth- and herself for that matter. Catching a look from Aresenn, Aurelia cleared her throat to speak. "She needs a break. The most concerning wound is treated .... it'll need to be checked on frequently and retreated every day to keep infection at bay." She explained, trying to get him to understand what his companion needed to recover from this event. Aurelia held his gaze for a few moments before he looked away. And just as she was moving to clean up the mess, another thought entered her mind. "Sephiran will come here." She warned, uncertain as to who had delivered their beatings to them. "Not that I particularly care if he finds you here or not. But in case you care, might wanna clear out." Aurelia finished, her tone more nonchalant than anything. And with that, her attention shifted to the disaster area that had become the healer’s den. The effort of getting it back in presentable state made her shudder.

"Aurelia Veratti"