Sirius was a foolish titan, who had come to believe his own stories. Sometimes it paid to take a step back, and remember that you aren’t invulnerable, as much as the world might feel like it had nothing of challenge to toss at him. How the mighty had fallen. It had been a long time since he had had suffered an injury like this. His leg, now lame and incapable of supporting his way, dragged behind him as he hopped on three legs. The pain made him grit his teeth, eyes flinty with determination and anger. He was alone, not even Bast or Marshal had ventured with him, and he had now no one to call for help. He struggled onwards a few more steps, before giving up the ghost. He collapsed on the grass, breathing hard, blood trickling through his coat. The break was bad, the bone had snapped, and juttered outwards, piercing his skin. Blood bubbled at the wound, leaving the Tyrant light headed and woozy. Perhaps even a touch hallucinatory, as his vision swam and spots appeared at the corners of his eyes. He was weary at the thought of being plagued by his past demons, he could feel them pressing in from the sides, as unconsciousness forced to take him. He gritted his teeth, determined to hold on. He would rather the pain then the dreams. He groaned as he forced himself back to his paws, every movement agony, and occasionally fresh rivelts of blood would start up again, soaking his skin. "Speech"

Thistle was the one who found him, the owl kept tabs on the errant titan and returned new to his Empress. He was injured, and not traveling very well. Deathbelle felt panic well up in her heart at the thought of him so injured. She was returned to a moment in time she wished she could forget. Her closest friend, her strongest bond, the one her heart yearned for, dead on the battlefield. She was sure he’d died that day, but she hadn’t been given a chance to return to him. Her own life had been in peril, and through his dedication to her Seer returned to her side. Even after death.

Thoughts of losing him raced through her mind, unthinking she tried to get Iolare’s attention as she made her way to the Warlord. She didn’t know how successful she was, but made her way to Sirius with haste. Her short eared owl led the way, and with all haste Belle found his poorly form.

Even to someone who’d never healed a thing in their life the break would be obvious. Blood soaked the limb and its lifeless dangle wrenched her stomach. It was hard to see him wounded like this. ”Seer!” She called out his dearest name as her heart pumped adrenaline through her veins. ”Stop, you’ve got to stop.” He was barely on his feet anyway. Her attention turned to Snowberry and the herbs the small lemur carried with her before trying to steady the damaged titan. ”What have you done to yourself?” She whispered, her concern only for him and his wellbeing.

The woman's exploration had gone awry. During her search of the strange structure, she'd slipped while crossing a pile of rubble. Her right foreleg had been trapped between two chunks of rock and had twisted unnaturally. Pain had seared through her leg and she found herself temporarily incapacitated. After a short rest and an assessment of the injury, she decided that it was just badly sprained and was quite thankful for that.

It took a long time to limp back to where the Ashen Armada lay in wait. She couldn't put much weight upon the limb and, by the time she reached the Sand River, her limb was swollen. Her pace slowed and she had to take many breaks. It was during one of these breaks that she caught sight of Deathbelle running by in a panic. Eyes widened and instantly Io was on her feet. She rushed after the woman as quickly as possible.

Coming upon the scene, Iolaire grimaced. She padded forward and sat beside Sirius, her own injured limb lifted to keep pressure off of it. "What on earth did you do, Big Guy?" From where she sat, she inspected the broken leg. The break was nasty. It would have to be set, cleaned, bandaged and splinted. Looking to Deathbelle, she spoke. "We can do this together though i may not be much help physically. Everything in my pack is at your disposal." She shrugged out of the leather bag and lay it between them. "The front pocket is for healing." She needed to clarify. It wouldn't do to poison the man.

By the hells if it didn’t hurt, he couldn’t so much as move it, it would only hang limply before him as he hobbled onwards. He was in a haze of pain and misery, and almost didn’t notice the Empress as she ran towards him. She called out his name, but it was a moment before it connected to his slow-firing brain. Groggy, and out of it, he focused again on the world before him, and would see Deathbelle. “Oh good [/i] the Titan said softly, and promptly crashed back to the ground.

She asked what he had done to himself, and he groggily noticed Io’s appearance as well. [b] “Broke my leg” he said, and would have plopped his head on the ground and left it at that, if he didn’t also notice that Io smelt of pain, and hobbled on her leg. “What happened?” he growley, ready, despite his delirium (or perhaps because of it) to charge out of there and beat up whoever dared hurt his little sister.

She had to calm herself, Sirius would be no better off if she couldn’t think straight enough to help him. As he barely registered her presence she could tell he was wavering on the edge of shock. With that kind of injury.. what could he have done to mangle his leg so badly? ”Yes, good. You oaf.” She told him, her voice an accusation was he plopped back on his haunches. She huffed as she started to look him over. The leg would need set, that was for certain.

Thankfully Io was right behind, and she placed herself near the titan and asked again what happened. She seemed injured too. ”What am I going to do with you?” The question was directed at both of them as she nosed hesitantly into the bag that Iolaire offered. ”Maybe something to numb his pain to start? Setting the bone won't be pleasant.” She muttered softly. ”Have you been seen to?” She asked, lilac gaze returned to the dark she wolf’s form with genuine concern. Her main concern was Sirius, but seeing Io injured roused a protectiveness more easily seen in the way the titan reacted.

Flipping open her pack, Iolaire extracted some white willow bark. Placing it before Sirius, she said, "Eat." And to assuage both of their fears and put and end to the questioning, the small woman said, "I'm fine." She was in a foul mood. Her traipse into the wilderness had resulted in injury at the worst of times. Thankfully her injury would heal within a few days. His would not. Iolaire's gaze flashed towards the vulture and she asked, "We need a thick stick for him to bite down upon. Could you find one?" It wouldn't do for him to shatter his teeth when they reset the bone. There were only so many problems that they could handle.

Back into her pack, Io began rummaging through herbs. She pulled out enough to make an antiseptic poultice to put over the wound once they set the bone and stitched it. They would need clay thick mud and long leaves for wraps. She had a few in her pack but wasn't sure if there were enough.

The growley delirious idiot looked up at the two healers, their faces blurring as the pain hit him in droves. He hadn’t felt this much pain since the day he had almost died, and that had left him scarred mentally and physically. The two woman rushed around him, but all he wanted was the answer to his question - what had happened to Io?

When his sister told him to eat, he did so. He trusted her, he knew she would make the pain go away. He bit down, groaning softly from the effort of moving even this small part of him. Slowly, surely, it hit his bloodstream and the pain began to ebb. He grew more delirious, instead of less. “So many pretty girls in my life” he whispered, not sounding at all like himself.

Iolaire suggested that she find a stick for him to bite down on and Belle wouldn’t hesitate to fetch one. Though the Empress was not usually the help, this time she offered no complaint as getting Sirius stabilized was the highest priority. Io was prepared, she drugged him and Seer was quickly even more out of his mind. She shook her head with a melancholy smile as he muttered deliriously.

”Alright, you need to bite down on the stick. The setting process isn’t going to feel good.” She warned as she offered the stick and positioned herself to work with Iolaire to put the bone where it needed to be. Carefully she straddled the titan so she could finagle the upper part while Iolaire worked the bottom part of his leg.

Once they set it she would get to work on the splint. Now that it was in place they couldn’t have it moving.

The delirious words of Sirius brought a soft snort from the tiny healer. She grinned down at him, "Aww thanks, Sirius. You're a pretty girl too." Was it mean to screw with him while he was in such pain? Probably, but it was so easy. Iolaire always carried splint items in her pack. She settled them beside Deathbelle. The speckled woman could set the splint while Io distracted her brother and kept him from moving too much.

"Ready?" Iolaire asked, taking hold of one part of  Sirius' leg. She would take the other. Iolaire began a soft count that only she and Deathbelle would hear. "One, two, three!" And then she pulled. The busted limb would slide along itself and settle into place. It would be excruciatingly painful but it was worth it in the end. With the help of the two healers, he would walk again.

Leaning forward, Iolaire inspected the break, gently running paws across it. "It's set. You wrap, I'll distract him." Turning her attention to Sirius, Iolaire began to speak to him. "You're going to make it, you big lug." One paw idly stroked the fur of his brow. "What were you doing anyway?"