Walk | Talk | Think
Only an ear twitched toward the wounded rogue who sat unsteadily upon the border of Secretua while Rune stared inward, anticipating the arrival of his daughter. It might have been entirely selfish what he was doing, allowing the rogue to remain here in order for his daughter to patch her up and in turn gain a little more experience in the craft that she had chosen for herself and so rarely seemed to get the necessary practice toward. But overall it seemed like a win-win regardless of where the rogue intended to go next. She would get treatment; Warja would get a lesson in first aid. And Rune could walk away knowing he had done well for his daughter on top of providing an unnecessary service to someone who needed it.
The moment his pale eyes caught sight of his green-eyed daughter the proud father almost smiled. Truth be told, he was rather excited for her to have someone to practice her skills on - even during the midst of the storm none had truly been injured enough to need her care - and even more so because he was here to witness it first hand. It was a talent that had entirely passed him up, and no matter his natural patience it was not something he had any knack for. It made her talent that much more interesting to him for it.
She appeared reluctant at first, hesitant and guarded, but Rune said nothing to encourage or dissuade her. He might have summoned her, but ultimately it was her choice whether she acted on his wishes or not. And, as he had hoped, she did anyway. She carried with her a few plants and set them down before casting a glance his way, which he merely answered by turning his own attention toward the injured female. Whatever story that lay behind her injuries was of no concern for him when it came down to it. But if that was something Warja wished to find out it was something she was going to need to find out on her own.
She handled herself very well as far as Rune was concerned, her tone deceptively calm despite the analytical glint of her vibrant gaze. Her patient, however, did not appear as stable. She spoke to herself, berating and senseless, and still appeared on the edge of collapsing at any moment. Turning his frosty stare again upon his daughter, the burly grey Guardian hoped she was up for the task he had set out for her, and hoped even more that her patient would be as cooperative as she should be for having called for help in the first place. But just to be sure... "Don't forget, you asked for our help," he warned coolly, wanting to be sure that she would not suddenly become unruly simply because she did not approve of her treatment.
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