Dreamed Into Life

[Ravna]

I am dying. At least my legacy will live on. Ravna fades in and out of consciousness, a heat blooming in her chest, but her hands and feet are cold, so cold. There's no pain, oddly enough. Just heat, and the stench of blood and bowels, and the blur of colors that makes up the world beyond her own body. 

She fades again. 

She opens her eyes, and for once, they focus. What they focus on is as shocking as the fact that they focus at all, that she woke at all. "Idiot?" she slurs in her own language, struggling to find the Castelian word for it. 

[Illianna]

Gods above there's an arrow in her guts! "Out!" I shout and the chattering falls silent as everyone leaves us. "This is gonna hurt" I tell her speaking only in two rivers now before switching to Moldavian.

"Spin and weave spin and weave like the spider spin and weave in my web what will there be when the spinning done." I sing steadying myself as I yank the arrow free. There's so much blood but I keep singing and sticking her back together "now the arrows run you through nothing els that I can do I must sing my song to you and spin you whole again." I watch as slowly she stops bleeds, as the hole closes slowly sticking the bowl together again and healing the flesh.  "Spin and weave spin and weave like the spider spin and weave in the end what will you be now my healings through.

I take a breath slowly before forcing blood tea down her throat.

[Ravna]

Ravna chokes and sputters, throwing up a little of the tea, but soon she drinks enough of it and fades again, blacking out as the pain hits her all at once. 

When she revives again, it's many hours later, and she's in her own chambers, bandaged and healed enough to survive. 

[Illianna]

I spend the day running back and forth between healing mistress and healing the other small wounds of the party. Dusk is gathering by the time enter her room again with pain medicine, broth, and enough energy to heal her more. I smile when I find her awake. "Hello" I say in her tong

[Ravna]

Ravna returns the greeting, then, voice weak, asks, "how many deaths?" in Castellian. 

[Illianna]

"None. Six burns, ten stab wounds, four amputees, and three arrow wounds. You were the only one on deaths door but I was ready for you." I smile helping her sit up "drink this it's for the pain and let me get a proper look at you again I need to be sure your not still bleeding somewhere"

[Ravna]

"Where is Frode?" she asks, frowning. "My healer?"

[Illianna]

"That old fool? He cut of limbs I could have saved." I huff I place my hand on he stomach and push gently feeling for any gaps the shouldn't be there until I find none still I pour my healing into her. A soft gold light filling the room as I hum

[Ravna]

Ravna scoffs. "You called me a witch, witch-woman?"

[Illianna]

"I told you I was cursed. This is my curse. I can break a body as quickly as I heal it. I marked as one of cains this is simply my way of taking time off my sentence when I die." I say flatly

[Ravna]

"You are not cursed. You are a witch-woman with a strange magic."

[Illianna]

"Suffer not a witch to live, it's the same thing really. Cursed, witch, it's all the same."

[Ravna]

"Give me your blood, witch-woman," Ravna demands, suddenly. 

[Illianna]

"Sit back!" I shout pushing her back "you'll undo all my work jumping about like that!" I scold

[Ravna]

Ravna grabs her wrist in an iron grip. "Your blood, stupid witch-girl."