That's Gonna Leave a Mark

Gwynevere was deep in her sleep, tucked snuggly into Ysmir's side, when her brother's urgent howl shook her awake in an instant and she scrambled to sit up with a gasp. Her heart was pounding from the rush of adrenaline, but this was far from the first time she had been awoken for one emergency or another so she didn't even hesitate as she hurried out of her bed and headed for the door. She didn't stop to tell Ysmir where she was going, he would already know. When she threw the door open she practically ran into Briar as she bolted out of her room as well, the two women glancing at one another before they both went sprinting down the flights of stairs to the castle's ground floor.

When she made it to the infirmary room doors, she found them already thrown open with Artorias hunched over one of the cots and an unknown man at the head of the bed, both of them huddled around a dark shape. She could already smell the blood on the air from here. Briar of course rushed past her to hurry to her daughter's side and Gwyn immediately went to her cabinet of supplies to start gathering her tinctures, medicines, and a needle and thread for stitches. Without her having to call for them, Eilwen appeared from the rafters, landing on top of the nearby cabinet to be at the ready to help if needed and she felt Blue climb up her leg and onto her shoulder.

"Move, move, let me see her," she said as she nudged Art and Briar out of the way, pulling out a fresh rag from a set of shelves beneath the cot. She gave the red and white boy a quick glance, mildly curious why he was here, but that was certainly not her main focus right now. She immediately set to work cleaning the largest of the wounds and applying the antibacterial medicines to chase away any infections that might set in. She was fully focused in, ignoring whatever was happening around her as she worked, gently pressing the wound closed with a bit of horsetail and numbing the skin around it before she handed off the suturing supplies to Blue so his dexterous little hands could make quick work of it.

Once Blue was diligently sewing the wound closed, she began to look at the other, smaller cuts and bites. Glancing up at Artorias and the stranger while she worked, she asked, "How long has she been unconscious?" While there wasn't much she could do to wake her up until she was ready, it was still good to know so she at least had a better idea of what state her niece was in.

Gwynevere | Eilwen